#i'm still processing last weekend and the races

[vacancy90]

Video dedication to Mathieu's 6th CX World Championships victory in Tábor 2024 🌈

#dutch national kit made him glow #i'm still processing last weekend and the races #it's got something mythical and magical and leaves everybody stunned #seeing him this close again #this one's for matje and his distinctive 23/24 season hairstyle #mullethieu you'll be missed #mathieu van der poel #my video #cx tabor 2024 #rainbow matje #cycling

[bon2bonn]

Weathering Your Storm

22!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

° Venture your silent sea

Part 2.2

Words count : 2.3k?(excluding the texts).

It's finally done!

Warnings : grammar,not edited, not proof read.

*it's long and packed , and I hope you enjoy reading it .

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Two weeks gone by and now she had her mind was made , she had her time to think and evaluate her career in new light away from the pressure of actually driving and having her view clouded with the rush of her hectic schedule with no time to breathe . So she took a step back , not complete letting go of hope but to process what she's doing and what to come .

She went off the grid but her dad as always found his way to her , not that she minded but she felt the weight of thinking that she failed him somehow , he didn't say anything after she told him what went on that weekend , expecting some sort of a grand reaction but he just looked at her and asked " are you okay?" She wasn't sure how to answer but she shrugged " I don't know yet" , he nods and went on with collecting firewood as they were doing before she stopped abortly to tell him not expecting this , it was like ripping a bandaid and I felt like one .

Hours later they both sat at the fire side by side in a content silence, she took a look at her father finding him lost in thoughts staring at the fire ahead and before she could stop herself she asked " are you disappointed?" He glanced at her hunched form , knees up to her chest and her hands around them , he saw that little girl trying to act tougher than her heart is . He asked back "about what?" She gave him a quick glance picking a dry branch to doodle on the dirt before her " disappointed in me" he scratched his growing stubble in thought " and why would I be?" She cleared her throat " you know, I basically got fired mid-season with no seat for next season or even a chance in the reserves " he gave her a knowing look asking bluntly " and why would that make you think I'm disappointed in you?" She rubbed her forehead " cause I feel like I failed " he gave her a long look , gathering his thoughts and turning in his foldable camping chair " I already told you , and I'll keep on doing so until you accept it. You are never going to disappoint me, I'm beyond proud of what you've done and what you'll ever do because I know how hard you worked to reach where you are now , and with a seat or non I'm still proud of you . Yeah I'm saddened that you won't be out there driving to your heart content for now but it's not your last race" she cuts him " but you don't know that, so far no team reached out and they know how chaotic it'll be to give me a seat , they won't take the chance , not after this" giving her a shrug he kept going " I just know , the same way I knew you're destined for great things when you drove your first race , hard headed and determined, holding your head high and beating all those taller boys with their mean dads" they both chuckled at the memory, as he added " it's will take time " she lowered her head " but what if I never get any seat ? , what if I got a seat and it turned up worse than last year ? , what if I stopped racing?" He sighed heavily before answering " for the worst and the best cases I'll be there for you , and if you wanted to quit I'll still support you and still be as much proud of you , it's your journey to fulfill it the way you see fit and no matter what remember it's yours so don't let anyone or their words or decisions makes you forget that . You hear me ?" She nodded in understanding giving him a determined smile as he ruffled her hair up laughing as she groaned in annoyance smacking his hand away before pulling on her cap and tying her hood up covering her head and pulling the strings to secure it around her face .

Both basked in silence watching the wooden logs crack in the fire but got startled as his phone pinged with a new message

(from Max's pov 🤭):

He chuckled quietly cause her to raise an eyebrow in suspicion " What got you laughing?" He shook his head turning off his phone before leaning towards the fire his elbows on his knees and he turned his face to her in a serious manner " have you thought about what I proposed?" She nods with a groan " I did and I might take your offer " he gave her a knowing smile " it's only till you get a seat and it might be sooner than you think , but you'll have fun and still travel whenever you want aaaaaaaaand" she tilted her head in question earning a huff from him before he explained " you'll get to be your own boss !" She gave him a side eyes " if it's soo great , why are you dumping it on me? " He leaned back and crossed his hands behind his head sighing dramatically " I want to live my life too, I'm still young , I'm going out to date again , find me a ...." She cuts him with a disgusted face " DAD! Ew no ! I don't want to know about you romantic life , last time was traumatic enough!" He laughed at her face throwing a punch of dry leaves at her " oh ! Grow up, be grateful I'm not snooping into your nonexistent love life!" She gasped in offence " Wow! Just wow! My own dad is bullying me!" She stood up dramatically ", you know what!? I quit! Find you a new person to run your business" he held his hand to his chest as he kept on laughing " I didn't even hire you yet!" She only groaned louder sitting back down and chucking a wrap paper at him as he kept laughing, joining him eventually as the both spent their night with her relieved that a weight is off her shoulder.

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Two days later

Settling back home in Monaco after your trip turned you back to the stressing atmosphere, as days gone by and it now settled in that you've got no seat for the rest of the season, let alone next season or the one after . Getting back home was both the best and worst thing to do right now . Still got piled stacks of paperwork to do , piled forms to sign and things to move , but staying in your bed looked more appealing than doing anything else so that's what you choose for now .

The news is yet to spread , but it's only a matter of time before it gets leaked , your face blastered on every sports site and every gossip magazine , you can already see the headlines . the slander and rumours of why would a team like Mercedes suddenly drop their driver mid-season ? Speculations and allegations of every absurd theory under the sun would make appearance , But that's for future you to worry about, now you just want to sleep in and let shit happen .

Glancing at your phone on the bedside table , having it turned off for the past two day after ignoring calls and emails asking about your whereabouts . It'd only take sometime before someone figured out where you dipped to or Danny might fall under pressure and snitch on you and come barging in dragging you out of your so called hibernation . You made a note to come up with a way to tell the guys later . telling them rather than them finding out from media or worse George himself , so you gotta make the most of the quite atmosphere as possible.

But That didn't last long , half hour later and someone's already bounding on your door , opting to ignore it as whoever is knocking is bound to get tired or think noone is here and leave . But that didn't happen , 10 minutes and they won't leave , you huffed removing the pillow off your head and getting up shoving the covers aside sliding out and blindly heading to see who's trying to break your front door down , throwing on the first thing you found on your way out , one of Danny's old hoodies you've stole and claimed as yours , covering your messy hair with the hood and trying to wipe the sleep out of you eyes , Praying silently to every higher power there is to not be one of the guys .

Groaning quietly as whoever is knocking covered the Peep hole ,so after contemplating for a second before swinging the door open startled by who stood before you , he smiled at your stunned face " you're a very hard person to reach Y/N " you kept looking at him in confusion before snapping out as he asked" would you mind if I came in? " .

•••••••••••••

~~~~~~

The guys showed up as promised all concerned about you but as well relieved to finally see you before them , easing their minds for moments as they anticipated your words .

They settled in around after dinner , no one was joking around as usual or starting a conversation, all waiting for you somberly to say what's in your chest as they waited patiently , Daniel gave you a reassuring smile squeezing your shoulders as he sat on the single chair by the window along with the rest , all except lando who kept shaking his leg up and down nervously so you decided to put him out of his misery as you stood before them " I just wanted to wait to tell you face to face instead of you finding out from the media or someone else, well , I basically no longer have a seat " they looked at you in silence still not processing what you've just said, so you elaborated " I'm no longer part of the grid formation" the first to respond was Max who shook his head in denial " No" you sighed at his response , next to him was lando looked at you in guilt not finding the courage to say anything in fear it'll make the situation worse so he opted to keep his mouth shut , Carlos was spacing out so you opted to let him process it more before snapping him out , Charles looked very confused as he asked " why? " , you shrugged at him sitting down as you spoke again " I honestly don't know, they wanted me out and here I am " Carlos snapped at this " what about your contract?" . You shook your head " already terminated " they all looked bewildered , various " what!?" Sounded around the room " they already signed another driver for the second half of the season " Charles whispered " you're not even finishing the season?" You shook your head in answer .

Max stood up hands balled up and shoulders tense " who signed?" You refused to answer so he looked at Danny who sat back not having the same shocked reaction like the rest of them " you knew , so tell me who they signed for that fucking seat?" He looked at you before turning to him in defeat " It's not my place to tell " max scoffed at him before turning to you again " why ?" You glared at him " cause I know you won't hesitate to go up and fight him over it , I won't let you do something that stupid " he challenged you " well whoever that bastard is he deserves what's coming for him" you pinched between your eyebrows " No Max, he doesn't" he tilted his head asking " so you just give up to him , you've worked your ass for them and now they just swiped you aside and signed someone else!" Charles stood trying to calm him " Max, hey , calm down for a minute " he ignored him , still irritated so you know he needs to get it out so you let him " I'm not calming down! Why should I ?" Carlos spoke up next " cause you are not the only one who's upset about it " Danny agreed " we all are beyond pissed believe me" you added next " but you have to remember 'never take anything personally in this sport' , yeah i lost my seat so what !? It's not like It's the end of the world " and before he could argue you stopped him " here's the thing all of you can be pissed as much as you want here in this room you can scream and yell as much as like to get it off your chest , but the moment you step out it stays here , cause out there it won't affect you as it'll me , I'm already out so what can they do more ? , But you're not, you still got your season to finish, so you have to promise you won't do anything out there because I won't be there to smack any sense back into you brains " .

He stared back at you folding his arms challenging you " I won't promise you anything until I know who is he " you glared back not fazed " I won't tell if you won't promise " you both started each other down before Carlos groaned smacking you both to cut it out " fine I promise!" You gave him a deadpanned look " George" Charles asked with wide eyes " Russell!?" Daniel nods " the one and only" Carlos turned to Max who got eerily quite compared to earlier " Max ?" He just nods curtly before sitting down not uttering a word for the rest of the night .you clapped after a beat of heavy silence " so! , who's up for desert?" .

#f1 #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female driver #f1 x female reader #wys #weathering your storm #f1 x reader #22!f1 grid x reader #max verstappen x driver!reader #daniel ricciardo x driver!reader #lando norris x driver!reader #charles leclerc x driver!reader #carlos sainz x driver!reader #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #Carlos Sainz X reader #Daniel Ricciardo x reader

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Adoption?

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inspired by Ollie's rookie debut and him attaching himself to Charles for that race weekend

"I want to adopt him."

"Mon amour, we can't just adopt an 18 year old who's father is actively in the garage," Charles tries to explain, although I will officially take none of that.

"Ollie!" The poor kid jumps upon hearing my voice, not expecting to be acknowledged during this little downtime. He smiles, though, regardless of the scare, and makes his way over to Carlo, Charles, and me.

"Hi Ms.Earnhardt," Oh he's adorable.

But it doesn't stop me from crossing my arms, standing with a pose of disappointment. "Ollie, we've talked about this last season. You don't need to call me Ms.Earnhardt, Lynnleigh or Lynn is good enough."

He's blushing now, brightly nodding along. "Right, yes, Lynnleigh. And hi Charles, Carlos, glad to see you're out of the hospital!"

Oh he's so sweet.

"Ollie, can I ask you a question?"

"Mon amour, no-"

Charles gets no time to finish his thought, because I know it'll just be him trying to stop me. "Can Charlie and I adopt you?"

And here comes the look of shock on the two men and the boy's face.

"Can you- what?" Ollie isn't the only person to pause, Carlos' thick brows raising in question while the Ferrari crew around us slow, giving me the look of an animal in a zoo.

Peculiar and entertaining.

"Can Charlie and I adopt you?" I repeat, smiling brightly as Charles pulls me under his arm, shaking his head as his hand clamps down over my mouth.

"I'm sorry about her, it's the American in her."

Ollie just laughs awkwardly at his dismissal, "Uh, I mean I do have parents."

Moments like these, I curse Charlie's strength because it genuinely does make removing his hand from my mouth more difficult, no matter how much I adore his strong arms wrapped around me.

But I manage, his arm dropping to rest around my waist and link with his other hand on my hip.

"Ollie," I start, making sure my voice is soft and mellow. "I don't mean for us to legally adopt you, kiddo. I mean like, can we be your paddock parents?"

"So- you don't want to adopt me adopt me, just like, actually no, I'm still confused. What's happening?"

"In exchange for one hug every race, I will bring you snacks and keep you entertained if you get bored. And Charlie will mentor you."

"When did I offer this?" Charles's question is whispered in my ear, not out of refusal but instead of confusion.

He gets a kiss in return, no answer, and just nods, accepting this consolation.

Glancing back to Ollie, he looks excited and my heart jumps.

"So I get to keep my parents and have an extra pair for race weekends?" Oh this is so going where I want it to.

"Exactly!" I exclaim, tapping Charles's chest and getting an oomph. "See! He gets it!"

"Yes, yes, mon ange excité (my excitable angel), I can see he is understanding your crazy." Cue another tap to his stupidly toned chest.

"Ignore Charles, he doesn't get it," I dismiss, the young boy chuckling brightly, curls bouncing as he nods.

"I think I'd enjoy this," The teen agrees, putting his hand out to shake my own while Carlos guffaws at what he's seeing. "You're got yourself a deal!"

I can't help the cheer the slips out as I shake his hand, quickly turning around to look up to Charles. "Charlie, we've acquired our first grid kid!"

Kissing my lips, he can't help the smile that takes over seeing how happy this makes not only me, but the rookie who had been vibrating with nerves over his rookie debut. "Would you look at that."

It's then that Ollie's father walks by, the teen seeing him and getting even more joyful.

He's pulling us into a group hug before I can even process what's happening before running away, following his father.

"Dad! I have new paddock parents!"

"Vous êtes adorable (you're adorable)."

"I don't know what you're saying, but I love you too."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 #charles leclerc x oc #earnhardt oc #nascar #ollie bearman #charles leclerc fanfic #carlos sainz

[throneofsapphics]

Woah! You did amazing with help me keep her!! The angst in that fic GOT MY LITTLE HEART RACING 😭 and I love how level headed you wrote the reader. Like they're not gonna accept the mating bond just because it's there and figuring out all three of them is gonna take time (chefs kiss). Also the way you wrote Aelin's determination and stubbornness and Rowens ability to calm and support Aelin and the reader! I LOVE IT! I've re-read it like 4 times already it's SO GOOD❤️ anyway I hope you have an awesome day ❤️ thank you for the great fics

have your little girlfriend, part three

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Aelin wanted to be there in case he took it a step too far, and would push them further back in their progress. She had a feeling y/n was close, close to accepting the bond - and she didn’t want to wait any longer than they had to. 

Word Count: ~4.9k

Warnings: smut, light d/s, mentions of blood, flashbacks, possessiveness, minors dni! 

A/N: oh my gosh I’m so glad you liked it, I hope you have a fantastic day! here’s part three, I have a part four planned but I'm still deciding what direction I want it to go

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The first morning she woke up with Aelin in her bed, y/n thought she looked like an angel. And was very glad she couldn’t read her thoughts, because she’d never let her live it down. 

Her golden hair fell across her face, her lips parted slightly, she tilted her head the tiniest bit to see her clearer. As her thumb ran across her cheeks, the velvety smooth skin, Aelin sighed and dug further into the pillows, tugging her closer in the process. Y/n shifted to try and disentangle herself, but she wrapped her arms tighter around her, tugging her in closer with a grumble. 

Y/n poked her cheek, and the turquoise eyes opened, still half-lidded with drowsiness. “Wake up.” 

“No.” A whine left her throat, “a few more minutes,” and she closed her eyes. 

Y/n wiggled, but couldn’t escape from her arms, and sighed. “Is the Queen of Terrasen begging?” 

That caught her attention, her eyes narrowed. “That’s your job.” Her cheeks flushed. Somehow Aelin always managed to turn things around on her. She couldn’t come up with a reply, and ducked her head to ignore the female's smirk. Aelin did have her begging last night. 

-

Every day the small thread inside of her, the one that wanted to reach out and bind her permanently to her mates, grew more insistent. But she wasn’t ready, not yet. Part of her needed them to prove things would change, to see, in action, that they could be different. Mostly that Aelin could. 

That following weekend, Aelin showed up with Rowan in tow, at an ungodly hour and claimed they were going on an adventure. 

Y/n rolled back over, throwing a pillow over her head with a groan, but Aelin ripped it right off. 

“How are you so chipper?” She grumbled. Throwing a pillow at her - one she dodged. 

“That’s what I’m wondering,” Rowan drawled, from where he stood near the doorway, eyes flickering with amusement. 

Aelin dragged her out of bed, towards her closet, and picked out clothes for her. 

Y/n was too tired to complain about it, and sat as Aelin dragged a brush through her hair, carefully braiding it. 

Her fingers tugged on a tangle, and she hissed. “Be gentle.” 

“Hush,” Aelin said, but pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck. Basically a groveling apology coming from her. 

Her eyes scanned the room, before spotting the dagger on the window sill. “You need to sharpen this,” she frowned, examining the blade. Weapons seemed to be one of Aelin’s favorite gifts, and she had a small collection of very sharp blades now. After the third, she told her to stop, that she had plenty. Aelin had pouted but listened. This blade was one of her own, gifted to her shortly after magic returned. 

“I clean it.” Y/n protested. 

“That’s not the same.” Her eyebrows raised, but she tucked it into the small leather sheath she’d bought her, designed to wrap around her thigh. 

“I’ll teach you how.” Rowan said, y/n looked up to see his lips turning up at the sides, amused by Aelin’s fussing. 

-

Aelin dragged both of them out to the forest, intent on seeking out the little folk. Well, she couldn’t exactly drag them out of anywhere, but had hopes of introducing them to y/n. She had a sense they’d take well to her, and her gentle nature. Maybe it would be a re-introduction, she had lived in these forests - a small village now wiped off the map - before … before magic fell and Adarlan invaded. A thought that still flared some anger in her, but she learned to keep it tapped down, reminding her of how different Terrasen is now. 

The Little Folk, that’s who Aelin was taking me to see. I crouched on my knees - not caring of the dirt staining them, and spoke to them in their own language, murmuring quietly. Spindly green hands, wings, scales gleaming, and beautiful bright eyes.  

She had Aelin take her back to the forest as soon as she was able to, and she left some gifts out for the little folk. Trinkets, but smaller than the ones she usually made. Aelin watched as she carefully left them on the log, and that small act - small act of kindness - made her fall further in love with her. 

She asked her why, why she did it, and y/n told her it was a thank you - for everything they did for her all those years ago. Saved her, guided her away from danger. And for everything they did for Aelin too. 

“I didn’t ask but told me … more about your story,” y/n said softly, Aelin’s body stiffened slightly, knowing exactly what parts they’d told, and y/n kept running a gentle thumb across the top of her hand, where their fingers joined. She didn’t say much else about it, didn’t push or ask too many questions. If the Little Folk wants to tell you something, there’s usually a good reason for it. Aelin didn’t muse on it any longer, just focusing on the sensation of y/n’s skin against hers, keeping her grounded, and let her guide the way back home. 

-

Y/n knew Aelin was over-protective, in her own way, but Rowan was taking it to a point where she thought she might lose her gods-damned mind. 

She has a long temper, that’s for certain, but she’d been out in the forest on a day sacred to her, foraging for different herbs and berries, something she used to do with her parents, before … before everything happened. It was almost a sacred ritual to her, a time where she felt most connected to them. There happened to be a familiar white-tailed hawk following her. She supposes he thinks she’s being discreet, giving her space, but right now all it’s doing is frustrating her. Aelin taught her to protect herself, and the kings-flame was blooming in mass. She picked up a rock, pretending to inspect it, before launching it right for the bird. He squawked as he soared above it, she knew he wouldn’t hit him, but it landed right on the tree branch he was perched on. 

She stood, hands bracing her hips, glaring at him, daring him to come closer or shift back. He seemed to get the message, temporarily, because he remained out of sight. But, y/n could sense his presence there. 

-

“She threw a rock at me.” He told Aelin through gritted teeth. 

“Why were you following her? And where?” 

“Into the forest, and because she was going alone. At dawn.” 

Aelin groaned, her head leaning back against the couch, eyes trained on the ceiling. “I’ve taught her how to protect herself.” 

“I thought you would’ve followed her yourself.” 

“I tried one year,” she turned her head to look at him. 

“We go with her. Often.” He couldn’t figure out why this time was different, and why she hadn’t said anything. 

“Her parents were murdered there, trying to flee Adarlanian soldiers.” 

That … that explains why she wanted to be alone, but didn’t stop the other instinct from popping up. If someone related to her was killed there, would the danger be increased?

“Stop thinking so much.” Aelin chided, “if you’re this worried, train her yourself.” He could tell Aelin regretted the words as soon as they left her lips.

-

Why the hell did she mention that? Rowan training y/n was a bad idea for many reasons. The first being his style of training. She didn’t take well to yelling, or particularly harsh criticism. Encouragement was much better. She didn’t like blades, violence, or fighting. But, when Aelin had first approached her and offered, y/n was much better than she expected. 

“Where did you learn to fight?” They’d started seeing each other regularly six months ago, and things blossomed from there - to the point where Aelin’s worrying began. 

“With the Wolf tribe.” Y/n admitted, rolling her shoulders out. 

“I didn’t know you-” 

“Fought in the battle?” A sad smile crossed her lips. “You didn’t ask, but I don’t like to think of it.” 

Aelin nodded, and thanked her - something she completely shrugged off, telling her she’s the one who deserves the thanks, and cut her off before she could begin arguing about it - distracting her with another technique question. 

Aelin caught Rowan’s hand, pulling him down to sit next to her. “She’s very capable, already.” More than the average citizen or Fae. 

“There’s always more to learn.” 

“She has no interest in violence, or being a soldier.” Rowan’s lips pressed into a tight line. “I won’t stop you if you really want to, but you have to be gentle about it. When she confronts you about earlier - which she will, bring it up then."

-

Y/n was fuming. Absolutely fuming. She was cleaning her kitchen much more aggressively than usual. She hadn’t told him, for a reason, and Aelin knew why - and not to follow. But maybe she didn’t pass the message on to Rowan. She knew she can’t be that mad at him for something he wasn’t aware of, but it didn’t stop the bubbling fury inside her. Especially as she heard the door open, and scented him. 

A wooden spoon in hand, she whirled around, “You couldn’t just -” 

“I’m sorry.” He interrupted her, hands held up. “Aelin told me.” 

Better late than never. She huffed, turning back to whatever she was doing - what was it? She couldn’t remember, but ended up staring aimlessly at the stove. Her memories seemed to whirl through her. Her parents sacrifice, running in animal form, ten years - as a child - spent scavenging where she could, before the wolf tribe found her and knew what she was, who she was, and took her in. Magic returning, reunion with her family, the deaths of said family. 

A gentle arm, wrapped around her chest, tugging her backwards, and the spoon was plucked out her hand. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

Does she? Sifting through those memories, reliving them, the past few ones had been enough. Today was enough. “Not now.” 

He didn’t give a verbal reply, just led her over to the couch, shifting them so she was tucked into his chest, the silent tears leaving wet spots on his tunic, and ran a hand up and down her spine. 

-

“I didn’t realize you didn’t know.” Rowan figures that’s as close to an apology as he’ll get, and only tugged her into his chest further. 

“I know you can protect yourself,” he started, feeling her stiffen slightly against him. “But I want to see.” 

She pushed back slightly to look at his face, “Is Aelin’s word not good enough?” y/n teased, a small smile - one she definitely learned from Aelin - the exact one that would piss nearly any Fae male off. 

-

She saw ire flash through the green eyes, and mentally thanked Aelin for that little trick. Rowan wanted to see for himself that she was capable. Y/n didn’t blame him for it, even if it irked her a bit. “If you promise not to wear a shirt.” 

“If you want to see me shirtless, all you need to do is ask.” He replied smoothly, almost unphased, and her cheeks flushed. Especially when he ran a thumb over the side of her breast, down her rib cage, before resuming the same strokes running down her spine. She shuddered as one hand entangled itself in the back of her hair, and the other made that same stroke - right over the side of her breast. She focused her breaths to stay steady, even with her heart pounding. His hand carefully tilted her head back to arch her neck, to bare it to him. All of it. She felt his warm breath against her skin, the lips barely brushing. Then - his canines grazed over her pulse point, the pulse that quickened, and his tongue flicked over it. He could easily rip her throat out with one movement. She shuddered - unsure if it was arousal of fear running through her and her lips parted into a soft moan, as he leaned back to rest against the couch. Casual arrogance, that’s the best way she could describe it. “Aelin did say you were responsive,” he mused. 

That flared something in her. Made her want to prove some kind of point. Very intentionally, she shifted in his lap, to brush up against a certain part - one that was already hardening. “Did she know?” y/n said, her voice honeyed with false innocence. 

-

This, this is the part of her he’d seen a year ago. Right before he fucked it out of her. Gods, he loved it. Before she could move again, utter another word, he shifted them so she laid, stretched out on the couch, caged in by him - his forearms bracing the space next to her head. He loved the shock in her eyes, the surprise, and grinned as he leaned down to kiss the hollow over her throat, and pushed one knee in between her legs, brushing against her core. Her entire body arched, keening up against him. 

He took the next hour to tease her, testing her every reaction - how her body responded to each touch, to each movement, to each brush of his fingers, or press of his lips. 

-

She lost track of time as he teased her, she thought Aelin was bad - but Rowan was merciless. His fingers curled inside her, and she felt it, felt her walls clench around him, right on the edge and … he pulled out completely and she nearly sobbed. 

“You don’t cum unless I say so.” His fingers, still slick with her arousal, tilted her chin so she’d meet his gaze. He was dead serious. Meant every word he said. “Understood?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and something like approval flashed through his features. Part of her wanted to challenge him, but the other was so desperate for him to keep touching her, to finally let her finish. 

“Good girl.” 

Y/n whimpered, as he trailed his fingers back down her body, so damn slowly. Her dress had been thrown off long ago. “Please, please -” 

He interrupted her, “If I want you to beg, I’ll tell you.” Rutting Gods he would be the end of her. 

-

Rowan was pushing, to see how she’d take each command she threw at him. Only two, for now, and she took them beautifully. Someone who actually listened, that was a change for him. He pressed one of her knees up, pushing it towards her chest, and lowered his mouth, seeing the desperation in her eyes. He curled two fingers inside her, holding them for a second, before slowly pumping them, but harshly enough her body jolted with each movement, combinations of screams, moans, and his name rolling from her lips. 

“You can cum now, Angel.” Those words had her walls clenching around him, and before he could think twice about it, his canines dug into the soft skin of her inner thigh - and sent her tumbling right over the edge. He carefully licked the small droplets of blood, and gently pulled his fingers out from her, pressing them against her lips, watching her clean them with a dazed expression on her face

-

She was left reeling, her chest heaving, and her thighs shaking slightly. Rowan scooped her right up, and she couldn’t find the energy to protest as he started running a bath for her. 

“But … you -” She babbled, trying to convey the right words. 

“Not today,” he said quietly, eyes observing her. She felt like he could read every thought running through her mind, his mouth turned up at one side when she pouted, and he flicked her bottom lip. “Soon.” He promised. 

-

Rowan came back, and she could scent Y/n all over him. Her arousal, too. This was the first time they’d been … intimate, at least to that level, without her there. Instead of jealousy, happiness for them took over instead.

“I take it your apology was accepted?” 

“It took a bit of convincing.” He had a very satisfied look on his face, and she rolled her eyes. Typical of him. If words didn’t seem to be enough, he’d show with his actions. Very convincing actions.

It took a while for Aelin to become comfortable with the two of them spending time alone.  Rowan had put his foot down, told her that if this was going to work, she needed to trust the two of them together. 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” she argued. 

“She’s not just yours anymore,” he snarled, and Aelin’s eyes flared. “Trying means the two of us need time too.” 

A hurt look crossed her face. That they wanted to be without … Rowan crossed the room quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Not in the way you’re thinking. You and I have a different relationship, don’t we?” 

She nodded, lips pressed into a tight line. “Y/n doesn’t know where she stands with me. You see how she hesitates. If you want to keep her, for her to accept both of us, you need to give her the chance to figure that out.” 

Everything about it made sense. It did. She wouldn’t tell him he was right, but he did have a good point. “You’ve made your case,” she huffed, turning her back so she wouldn’t see the satisfaction on his face. 

“First time you train her - or she shows you, whatever it is, I’m monitoring.” Aelin’s eyes narrowed, daring him to disagree, but he didn’t. Aelin wanted to be there in case he took it a step too far, and would push them further back in their progress. She had a feeling y/n was close, close to accepting the bond - and she didn’t want to wait any longer than they had to. It had been three months already. They knew after the bond it would become more and more difficult for her to be away from them for long periods of time, so they planned to invite her - convince her if necessary - to stay at the castle. 

They’d already started modifying rooms for her, similar to her own in the sense that they’d have space for her to experiment and make her crafts. A workshop, with a small library, but not a separate bed. Once the three of them were together, they fully planned on keeping her nights occupied. Both Aelin and Rowan played the long game. They’d do whatever it took to keep her. 

-

Aelin had the reasonable audacity to show up early in the morning, to make sure she would actually keep to her word and go train with Rowan, instead of coming up with an excuse. She promised to be there, that she wouldn’t let him go overboard. Y/n remembers the story of how they met, of his rather brutal training techniques, and although he said he wanted to ‘see for himself,’ y/n knew it was a thinly veiled excuse to rope her into training with him. With all honestly, she couldn’t trust herself completely to set boundaries with him. Maybe Aelin knew that too.

Rowan was a bit harsher than Aelin, but based on the glares the female kept sending him, she knew he was holding back, probably a lot. They’d secured a secluded courtyard in the castle - nobody else in sight, and he put her through her paces until her body was glistening with sweat, and she guzzled down some water. 

“There’s a few things we can work on,” she turned sharply to face him, but saw the gentle expression on his face. “If you’d like to.” 

Her mouth quirked into a half smile. “What are those things?” Then she frowned. “I thought you said you’d be shirtless.” 

Aelin’s laugh filled the courtyard. 

-

Four months after the conversation, she finally felt ready. But, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, just wanted to let the part suppressing it loosen, and see what would happen. Aelin hadn’t left in the middle of the night - not without waking her to tell her, and she’d grown closer to Rowan, starting to figure out where she stood with them. They introduced her to a few people, and she introduced Aelin to some of her friends. Rowan said he wasn’t too interested, and Aelin said he would likely scare the hell out of them. And that meeting both the Queen and King of Terrasen all at once would be a bit much. Things changed enough she felt ready - that and the growing pressure in her chest was almost too much to handle, it nearly overwhelmed her at every turn, every time she saw them, and wanted to release it of her own control, before it would make the decision for her. 

They both were coming over for dinner later that night and she was jittery. On edge, jumping at every sound. A small knock sounded on the door, before it opened and both of them walked in, Rowan grabbing Aelin’s cloak to hang it on the rack. Fall was starting to set in in Terrasen, and with it came the chill slowly creeping in everywhere. 

They took a few steps in, and froze. That small thread in her chest reached out, splitting in two directions, and she felt it - the exact moment their souls connected. Everything around her slowed to a stop, and her vision tunneled, all she could see, all she could feel was them. Every part of her body and soul belonged to them - wanted them, yearned for them. It felt like the connection that was waiting for her, waiting for her to find and embrace. Ancient magic fluttered around the room as they took predatory steps towards them. The hunger in their eyes made her pause. But she felt it too, the draw to them, able to feel more of their emotions - sense them on a new level. 

As soon as they were in front of her, she cupped one hand on each of their cheeks, searching their eyes for any anger, resentment, anything. She had sprung it on them, and just realized maybe they’d be angry or upset. 

“About damn time,” Aelin growled, before gripping the back of my head, pulling me into a bruising kiss. Their lips moved together with a ferocious, almost frenzied passion. She felt rough hands grip her waist, and Rowan pressing behind her, pushing her further into Aelin. Caging her between them. His hand squeezed, before his lips met the spot between her neck and shoulder, sucking slightly. “You're ours now.” Aelin said as she pulled away for air. 

“Forever.” Rowan said behind her, and she shuddered, but didn’t let the words sink in, only turning to press her lips against Rowan’s, her neck perfectly exposed for Aelin, who took full advantage of the chance to leave marks and kisses all down it. 

With every touch, kiss, and caress she felt herself intertwining deeper with them, every part of her becoming theirs and every part of them becoming hers. 

-

They barely made it to her bedroom before her fingers were tugging at the end of Aelin’s tunic, the female didn’t waste any time, pulling it off herself - and flinging it somewhere across the room. 

Y/n reached to pull down the straps of her dress, but a large hand covered hers, “let me,” Rowan’s lips grazed across her ear. He slowly tugged down one strap, kissing the bare shoulder left behind, before gently nipping at it. She felt Aelin do the same, on her other shoulder. Their canines grazed against her, and she let out a small whimper. Even that small sensation felt let it was lighting her body on fire, like flames would be covering her at any minute. 

Then there were soft flames gently tickling at her skin - not burning, just caressing. 

“Aelin,” she heard Rowan’s growl, and a ice kissed wind brushed against her skin as well - but it didn’t extinguish it, instead they seemed to play together, brushing against her body, they both pressed closer, and she felt their canines graze either side of her neck, right at the spots where her neck met her shoulder. 

There was no warning as their teeth sunk in. Marking her. Claiming her. Y/n thought she might finish from that alone, but was reduced to moans and whimpers as they each licked up the small droplets of blood left behind. 

Their clothes were quickly forgotten after that, and Rowan tossed her onto her bed with a small squeal, tossing Aelin right after her, she laughed lightly, but that ended as Rowan tugged her back against his chest, using his knees to spread hers wide apart, and Aelin lowered herself, eyes on hers the entire time, and gave a gentle lick against her clit. Gods she was already so wet, her arousal practically dripping, and she felt Rowan’s hard length against her back. 

Rowan and Aelin exchanged a glance over her shoulder, and Aelin pulled back slightly, ignoring y/n’s whines of protest. 

She figured out quickly what was happening next, as Rowan’s hands gripped her hips, before lowering her onto him - inch by inch, stopping to let her body adjust, before finally pushing her all the way, leaving her feeling so damned full in this position. 

She twisted her hips slightly, and he groaned, but grabbed her - holding her still. Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, but before she could think further Aelin was back between her legs, sucking at her clit. 

She could feel Rowan trembling with restraint, but he held her there - not moving, as Aelin licked and sucked at her clit - finding a perfect rhythm, and one of Rowan’s hands pinched her pebbled nipple slightly, before pinching harsh enough she threw her head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly. She felt herself growing closer and closer. 

“Ask,” Rowan's teeth tugged at her earlobe. 

“Please,” she nearly sobbed, “please can I cum?” 

“Go ahead,” 

Y/n looked down at Aelin, just as the female sucked her clit particularly harshly, looking up at her through her lashes, and she went over the edge, her walls clenching, body starting to shake. Gods she felt like she might explode, burst up into flames. 

She heard Aelin’s laugh and felt her kissing her way up her body, leaving small bites and marks on her way, until their lips met. She sighed into the kiss, tasting her own arousal on her lips and tongue. 

They switched, Gods she could never figure out how they moved so fast, and she was on her back, legs thrown over Rowan’s shoulders, and Aelin slowly lowering herself over her face. 

She had no warning as Rowan began thrusting inside her, his pace punishing and nearly brutal. Aelin’s hands were braced against the headboard, and she moaned into her, alternating between licking and sucking her clit as her breaths became more ragged - harsher. 

She ran her hands up her ribcage, gently tracing a knuckle under one of her breasts, before gliding her thumb over her nipple. Aelin wasn’t having it, and covered y/n’s hand with her own, squeezing harshly. She got the message, repeating the motions, and it was so gods-damned hard to focus. With Rowan slamming into her, the incredible taste of Aelin on her tongue, the feeling of her soft skin under her hands. Aelin finished first, screaming her name, panting heavily, before climbing off, and Rowan’s body folded over her own, pressing her legs up to her chest. 

Aelins nails dragged down her arm, leaving small scratches in their wake, before she grabbed her hand, squeezing before laying a gentle kiss against her shoulder. 

“Who do you belong to?” His breath was warm against her neck, and she fought to regain her breath - her voice, apparently her answer didn’t come quick enough, because he grasped the base of her neck, he repeated himself, his voice lower, “who do you belong to?” emphasizing it with a light squeeze. 

“You,” she screamed, half sobbing, “I belong to both of you. Rowan and Aelin. Oh gods.” 

“Then cum for us love, again.” Rowan shifted his hips just enough to hit the perfect spot, and she did, screaming their names the entire time as his walls clenched around her. 

He finished shortly after, with a groan and his teeth in her neck. Her legs shook violently as he pulled himself out of her, and her eyes were glazed, heavy with lust. 

-

Rowan exchanged a satisfied smirk with Aelin at the sight of her, blissed out, but her hands still reaching for both of them. Theirs. She was, finally, completely theirs, and everyone would be able to tell - based on the two bite marks on either side of her neck. He rolled off, coming back with a glass of water and a washcloth, Aelin sat, propped against the pillows, running fingers through her hair as Y/n curled into her side. 

“We’re not done with you yet.” Aelin said, her voice soft and smooth but with a teasing edge to it. 

“I’m not done with you either.” A half grin formed on the female’s face, as she accepted the glass. 

They didn’t get much sleep that night. 

-

Aelin felt incredibly satisfied, y/n sleeping curled up between her and Rowan. She felt safe enough to finally accept it - surprising them with it or not. She was theirs. She always had been, but now in a way that went so deep, their souls could never be completely separated.   

#rowaelin x reader #rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin #aelin x y/n #aelin x reader #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #rowan whitethorn x reader #throne of glass fic #throne of glass smut #throne of glass

[sunsetloverrsss]

Ready to race again ?

Warnings: none

July 2023

It's no understatement that Daniel and Evie have been enjoying their time together since Daniel had taken a break from racing. She knew he missed it very much it was clear from the moment she saw him watch the first race he wasn't apart of. Though Evie knew Daniel was grateful for the chance Christian and RedBull gave him to be able to take the third driver position. It allowed Daniel to spend more time with his wife and family while also still being connected to f1.

That's where the couple alongside blake found themselves fulfilling said duties. It was Silverstone weekend.The weekend went off well Evie loved being in that atmosphere. Evie always loved Silverstone but Daniel was also having his tyre test on Tuesday this was the whole reason she came along and it had her feeling a lot of emotions. Anyone who knew her knew these things made her nervous but she knew she had to be there for Daniel anyway she could. She had heard the news circling about checo everyone had and she knew what this tyre test mean't for Daniel.

That Tuesday morning they woke up earlier than usual. "Good morning darling" Daniel said to her getting out of the bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Evie continued to lie there for another couple of minutes mornings really weren't her thing "good morning" she replied grumply. "Here give me your hand it's time to get up" he said the her stretching his hand out to her. " I love your little sleepy head Evie look at that mop of hair" he said sarcastically. Evie just threw him a look causing the aussie the burst out into a fit of laughter. Deep down Evelyn knew this was a way of Daniel staying off the topic of how serious today was and how nerve-wracking it was going to be. She glanced at him seeing the nerves present. "Hey Dan come sit for a minute" she said patting the side of the bed next to her that was empty.

When he sat after throwing on his shirt it didn't take Evie long to find Daniel's fingers and to start playing with them. Daniel always found comfort in Evie playing with his fingers he made realise that he was never alone and she'd always be next to him supporting him. "How are you feeling about today honestly" she asked. " "i'm" Daniel took a moment to process his thoughts " I'm so nervous but also so excited to get the drive a the car again. But I know how important it is that I have to show today that i still have that passion and drive left in me to still be in f1" he answered her question nervously while playing with the rings on her finger. "Hey look at me ok" she said placing one of her hands on the side of her cheek. " I know your ready to do this I know you still have that passion in you Daniel. Christian believes it to or else he wouldn't be giving you this chance. You just need to go out their and drive that car like you used to and everyone will see that the passion is still there" she told him lovingly. Daniel kissed Evie quickly on the lips. " I love you so much Evie. Thank you seriously for everything" he said quietly to her. "I love you to so much Dan. Now time to get ready" Evie hopped up off the bed and headed for the shower.

Later that day Evie stood next to Blake watching Daniel do the first tyre test. She couldn't be any prouder seeing her husband drive so fast around the track she knew without a doubt he was enjoying it. " Blake you know I trust you right" she asked him quietly. "Of course I do Evie" he replied confused as to why she was asking him this now. "Do you think if he can get a seat next year he will be okay. I don't want a repeat of last year Blake I'm not sure Dan would make it if something like what happened at mclaren was to happen again" she asked him calmly. Blake looked at Evie and put his full attention to the brunette standing next to him. "What happened at mclaren Evie will never happen to Daniel again. We won't allow it any sign of something going wrong on him and putting him in danger you know I'd be the first one in their to get him out". Blake took a moment to think before finishing "Though I believe you would be in there long before me to drag him out considering how it went between you and mclaren" he replied adding a chuckle. " Of course I would he's my husband" she answered back quickly. "And that's why I love you Evie" Blake replied giving his close friend a tight hug.

Daniel came up to the two a while after where they were sat at the back of the garage chatting. "Hey Dan how'd it go we saw you talking to Christian" Evie asked her husband. Daniel just stood there staring at his wife and best friend. "Daniel whats going on your scaring me" she asked jumping up from the seat and grabbing his hand. " I need both of your guys opinion on something and unless we all agree it's not happening okay?" he replied. Evie nodded along while Blake just replied with an "okay". "Christian informed me that while I was out on the track Nick De Vries was fired. Christian wants me to take his place and race for the rest of the year" Daniel finished staring at the both of them. Blake was the first to speak "Daniel you know I'd go anywhere with you so it's a yes from me" Evie stood there staring blankly at the two. "Hey Evie I know we had so many plans for this year. I know we were going to redo the house go on holidays and start trying for a family and I believe we can still do thst but if you don't I need you to tell me I'm not going to be mad darling" Daniel looked directly at her and asked. "No Danny it's not anything to do with that I know we can redo the house and I know we can still start trying plenty of drivers have families. I saw your passion today I know the Daniel Ricciardo who has won so many grand prix races is still there. I'm on board with you and Blake the whole way through but Dan you have to be 100 precent ready. She replied while her eyes welled up. " So the question is are you Daniel Ricciardo ready to get back racing" she finished. Daniel's eyes lit up and his smile grew wider " I'm so ready to get back racing" he enveloped the two into a massive hug.

Christian came walking over when he saw the group hugging he knew it could only be good news. "I take it Daniel informed you guys" he asked as the group broke apart. "He did" Blake and Evie replied unionsly. "So then Daniel is the answer yes" he asked once more. "Yes" Daniel replied. Evie didnt think Daniel's smile could grow and wider but it did. She had been worried about what a return to the sport could lead to badly but she knew deep down that it was her overthinking most of it she also knew that if things were to get thst bad again the three of the would be able to work it out and get out of it together. She was excited to see her husband racing again.

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[thethirdromana]

I was gonna ask you some stuff about Quincey and the aftermath of the Civil War, but that wasn't really near the 1890s so idk if it's relevant.

Also similar to Mina maybe supporting eugenics I would imagine Seward probably engages in a lot of pseudosciences

But more interestingly, what do you think Dracula's politics would be? He's pretty removed from human society by being a vampire and his home in Transylvania is pretty remote, but he was still a nobleman there and he was moving to England, which he planned to conquer. I'm curious where he'd fall, when pretending to be and working with (?) humans in Romanian politics (if you feel like researching it) and English politics. Another cool layer to this is if you subscribe to the popular theory that he's really Vlad the Impaler. What would a warlord from the mid-1400s think of the politics 400 or so years later? That's barely even thinking about him being a vampire.

Also, what would Renfield's politics be like?

Quincey and the aftermath of the Civil War is a fascinating question that I will definitely leave for someone who knows more US history than I do.

Dracula, on the other hand... first of all, the relevant set of politics is Hungarian, not Romanian. Transylvania was part of Austria-Hungary in the 1890s. There's actually an interesting story here, in that vampire myth was originally associated primarily with Hungary. Then Bram Stoker set Dracula in Transylvania, which became part of Romania in 1920, and Romania ended up inheriting vampire myths in the process. Which has generally done the Romanian tourist industry no harm at all. (Though when I was in Bucharest last weekend, my lovely tour guide, Andrea, was clearly a bit annoyed by people asking about it).

Anyway, we have a decent sense of what Dracula's politics are, because he spells them out on May 8: he's proud to be part of a fighting, conquering race, he values "warlike days", he disdains peasants, and he generally holds that might makes right.

Given his pride in "beating the Turk on his own ground", I think we can assume that he didn't approve of Austria-Hungary's neutrality in the Russo-Turkish War in 1877-8.

In some ways he fits into contemporary society. He is a boyar, one of the highest rank of feudal nobility, who retained a great deal of power in 1890s Austria-Hungary. Where in the UK the growth of industry made the middle classes wealthier, in Austria-Hungary that wealth often went straight back to the nobility. Just six percent of the population had the right to vote in general elections, compared with 18% in the UK (meanwhile New Zealand had universal suffrage from 1893).

But Dracula is still a product of an earlier time. He wants to increase his power through conquest, not through modernising his estate or being appointed to the board of directors of a bank. And while Austria-Hungary did grow through conquest (occupying Bosnia and Herzegovina in 1878, for instance), it wasn't at nearly the same scale as other contemporary empires - for example, Austria-Hungary didn't take part in the Scramble for Africa.

Honestly, it makes perfect sense that Dracula would want to come to Britain. If he wanted conquest, carried out with indifference to cruelty, he would have got on extremely well with Cecil Rhodes. To an extent this is what the story of Dracula is about: what if foreigners came to Britain and did to us what we do to them? The War of the Worlds, published at the same time, asks essentially the same question but with aliens.

(This is the bit where someone comes along and says yes, but don't forget that Bram Stoker was Irish. Which is true, but he was also a supporter of the British Empire.)

As for Renfield, most of what we learn about his politics comes from October 1. He's from high society and is a member of the Windham Club. He celebrates the roles Quincey, Van Helsing and Arthur play "by nationality, by heredity, or by the possession of natural gifts" - in other words, he seems to be open to people advancing themselves through meritocracy, but also through hereditary rights. To me, this reads as conservative, but not reactionary.

One thing that does strike me is that his point about Texas - celebrating its admittance to the Union - relates to history that was 50 years old at that point (Unless I'm misunderstanding the reference?). Renfield is 59 during the events of Dracula. Is the implication here that he's stuck in the past? We don't know how long he's been institutionalised, but since his memories of Arthur's father relate to youthful drinking games, it could be 30 years or more. He may be disconnected from contemporary politics - and given how much the world changed in the late 19th century, that could make for quite a shock if he'd ever had the chance to learn more.

As ever, I'm not a historian, and other people should feel free to offer corrections.

#dracula daily

[underfaller]

Chapter 10: ι

Pairing: dottore x angel!reader Summary: You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that’s been captured by a mysterious Doctor CW: violence Word count: 4.7k A/N: I'm posting this early because I will not be here this weekend. Also I have a beta reader now!! Say hello to squishy everyone.

“You’ve made good progress.” 

Dottore flips through the translated copy of the journal, nodding with approval. He hands it back to you. 

“It’ll be finished by next week.” 

You comment as you twirl your pen between your fingers, a habit you’ve picked up from the Doctor. The weeks of hard work are finally about to pay off. Despite such a long and arduous process, you would finally finish the journal. You feel a brief twinge of pride in yourself. Dottore plucks the writing utensil from your hand. He raises it above his mask, studying it in the fluorescent light. 

“And once it is done, what will I do with you?” 

“You still haven’t mastered Khaenri'ahn. I could continue to teach you.” 

“I know enough to get by.” 

“So you’re saying you don’t need me anymore?”

“Possibly.” 

Your eyes narrow as you bite your lip. You try not to show signs of the anxiety quickly knotting in your stomach but you can feel your heartbeat just a little quicker.

Was that true? Were you not needed anymore? 

Were you being abandoned once more?

“I’m merely jesting, little birdie,” Dottore ruffles your hair. 

You quickly shoo his hand away, patting down your bed hair. He didn’t need to mess it up further. 

“Don’t look so upset. I wouldn’t let you go so easily.”

“I’m not upset,” You retort. You look down, slightly embarrassed of your unusually swift response.  Still, you feel the relief wash over you as you let out a small breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

Why? Why am I so afraid to be alone? 

Alone or to be without the Doctor? 

I… am not so sure. 

Dottore lets out a small laugh. “You are awful at hiding your emotions, darling.”

You’ve not attempted to escape since your first try. Of course, the fear is still there, but that isn’t why. You have no reason to leave. 

No, that’s not right. 

You have a million of those. You now have one reason to stay. You’re here to learn. 

And Dottore just so happened to be tied very closely to that reason. 

You cross your arms. 

“Well, not everyone has a mask to conceal such things. What are you hiding from anyways?”

Since you’ve been here, you’ve never seen Dottore without his mask. You wonder if he ever took it off. 

Wait…Can he take it off? What if it’s stuck to his face? 

“Nothing. I’m simply unaccustomed to being without it,” Dottore smirks as he strokes his chin thoughtfully. “Why? Are you curious about what I look like?”

“Not in the slightest.” 

You have to admit you are a bit curious.

“Cold as ever,” Dottore shrugs. “Not that I’d show someone as unworthy as you anyways.” 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"You sound upset."

"I'm not."

"Uh huh." 

“No matter if you don't believe me. Your jumps to conclusions are meaningless," Dottore replies, his arms crossed over his chest. "Besides, that's enough chit chat. I’ve decided we’re to go on an expedition today.” 

Your eyes widen a bit. “Like… outside?” 

“Where else?” 

“And I’m coming with you?” 

“Of course.” 

"Is this another test?"

"Certainly not."

Your heart races once more. Since your arrival, you’ve not stepped a foot outside. The only fresh air you have is from your thinly cracked bedroom window. It is impossible not to feel a bit excited. 

You clear your throat, trying to not show too much of your eagerness. 

“So, where are we going?” 

“An old facility of mine. It’s just north of here. Walking distance, but it will take a couple hours in this snow. I’d rather not summon a carriage and alert my colleagues of my activities,” Dottore mutters that last part. “I know The Jester for sure wouldn’t approve of such things. I do not need another lecture from that old man.”

“What for?”

“We need more Archon Residue, correct? I have an inkling that I left a few samples there and would like to confirm my suspicions.” 

Despite your elation, you can’t help but feel slight anxiety at the thought of what awaits you outside. Beyond this lab is a whole new world for you, after all. Part of you wants to stay within the confines of this gray building, where things are predictable. Unsafe, yes, but not as risky. 

How long exactly have you been here anyways?

Dottore slips past you, scanning the various drawer contents of his desk. He pulls a key from one before unlocking the bottom drawer, plucking something from it. Dottore returns to you, the item in his outstretched arm. 

“Here. My little assistant may need to protect herself,” Dottore states.

You take the familiar gray handle. As you unsheath your Celestial dagger, your eyes fill with suspicion. 

“You aren’t afraid I’ll kill you?” 

Dottore laughs aloud. 

“You’ve already tried that. Insanity is when one tries the same thing expecting different results… And I do not believe you are insane.”

“Are you sure?” 

Perhaps you are. 

Because despite all that’s happened, at this moment, you have no intention of doing so. 

Dottore leans into you, whispering. 

“You’re welcome to try. Though, I trust in your intelligence to know that it would be most unwise.” 

“Tch,” You grip the blade tightly before shaking your head once more and attaching the weapon to your belt. 

Dottore trusting you is… surprising to say the least. Part of you is slightly happy. You shouldn’t be so pleased. Why did such a fact bring a small smile to your face?

Well, You reckon. We’ve worked together for so long, it would be disappointing if he didn’t trust me a little, right?

Yes, that was it. 

The two of you quickly prepare. Dottore gives you a pair of boots and a cloak identical to his. The fabric rubs against your wings pressing them against your back. You protest. Even if they were still bandaged, you did not like having them confined like this. 

“Better than them freezing off, darling.” 

You begrudgingly wear the cloak. 

You make your way out of the lab, inhaling the freezing air. It’s snowing, as usual. You reach out your hand, letting the snowflakes dance into your palm. The last time you experienced this, it was while flying through a blizzard. This is certainly a much better experience. Still, it feels odd being out here after staying inside for so long. 

Was it always so bright outside? 

“Come along, darling. We don’t have all day,” Dottore beckons you.

“Mhm.”

You grip your cloak tightly, following Dottore. You exhale deeply, watching your breath form clouds in front of your face. The land you walk through is desolate. Snezhnaya is an empty country. Apart from the occasional hillichurl camp, there are no other living beings in sight. Despite this, the landscape is serene, straight from the pictures drawn in the books you used to read. Beautiful, yet empty. 

“So this facility we're going to...what was it used for before it was abandoned?”

You stumble a bit. Dottore swiftly turns. He catches your arm and roughly pulls you up, preventing you from face planting into the freezing ground. This endless winter’s beauty was a farce. It was almost as difficult walking through it as it was flying. You nod your thanks, a gesture seemingly ignored by the Doctor as he replies. 

“It once served as a testing site for a previous study. I conducted several experiments in the field of genetic engineering. However, due to certain circumstances, I was forced to abandon the site.”  The Doctor waves his hand in annoyance. “A shame, really. I quite liked the location. It was farther from my colleagues. More quiet.”

“What certain circumstances?”

Dottore smirks. 

“Oh, nothing major. There were some restrictions placed upon me by my higher ups. Even the Tsaritsa herself can be so shortsighted when it comes to these things. I lost interest in such experiments anyways.”

You pause. 

“That's another thing I’m curious about. If you despise the gods, why do you work for the Tsaritsa?”

“A reasonable question. The Tsaritsa cut ties from Celestia long ago. I have no qualms with her as long as I'm able to work on my projects. It is a mutually beneficial relationship. Being in the Fatui allows me a great deal of freedom… and funds for my research.”

“I see.” 

The rest of your journey is a silent one. This is the longest you’ve walked in quite awhile. You wish you could fly just a bit to relieve the ache in your legs. You gingerly shift your wings. The last time the Doctor examined them, he told you that they were all but healed now. You didn’t notice until you realized you were able to move them again without pain. The very thought of shedding those white bandages and stretching your wings against the blue sky makes your heart skip with anticipation. 

Though, you may never fly again anyways considering your circumstances. 

No, I will be able to again. One day. For now, the small sacrifice of flying is worth what I can gain from staying here. 

What was another sacrifice in the face of all you’ve lost anyways? 

A desolate building on the horizon slowly comes into view. Dottore points to it. 

“We’re almost there.” 

You arrive at your destination much quicker once it's in your eyesights. Perhaps seeing your goal made you two subconsciously pick up your paces. You peer at the boarded up entrance, a thick chain padlocked over the rotting wood. Dottore reaches in his pocket, fishing out a thin piece of metal. He twists it, fashioning it into a small hook. 

“This will only take a moment, darling,” Dottore says as he bends down, proceeding to pick the lock. 

“Ta-da!” 

Dottore jumps up as the chains unravel, falling with a soft thump beside the picked lock. With that, he straightens himself before giving the door one, strong kick. The wood splinters, breaking inwards revealing a dark corridor. When the dust settles, he turns towards you, bowing teasingly. 

“Ladies first.” 

You enter the building, Dottore behind you. Once you’re sheltered from the bitter wind, it is eerily quiet. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, an unease sweeps over you as you trudge through the void. An aura of malaise and misery still lingers in this place, the ghosts of whatever atrocities Dottore committed waft through the halls. You never did enjoy the dark but your sense of paranoia and anxiousness spikes tremendously in this old laboratory. 

Dottore, however, is ecstatic. He waltzes ahead of you, lifting a glowing seelie lamp above his head as he looks around the abandoned site. 

“Ah... Such memories here! This place has all sorts of interesting contraptions and gadgets-- enough to keep me entertained for hours.”

You follow him. Suddenly, you hear a soft rustling behind you. You whip around, your blade barely sheathed. 

A meek squeak. Dottore raises the lantern to reveal a small rat atop one of the old boxes that littered the floor. It gazes at you with beady red eyes before scurrying off. Dottore chuckles, patting your head. 

“No need to be so skittish. There's no one here but you and me.”

"I… Yes, Doctor."

He gives you a cocky grin before turning on his heels and continuing on. You follow, your hand still on your weapon. The Doctor is correct-- this place looks as if it had been inhabitable for years. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that someone- or something- is watching you. 

You enter a large room. Though dilapidated, it’s set up quite similarly to Dottore’s present main lab. The Doctor rummages through the old boxes and drawers. You stand beside an old vivisection table. When you notice the rusted blood stains on the surface, you scoot away from it just a little. 

You hear the Doctor cough before his blue- haired head pops up from behind a fallen shelf. He beckons you.

“Found it.” 

You approach him. Dottore pulls out a crate, prying it open. As he pushes away the wood and packing peanuts, you see a test tube rack, cushioned between packing. Despite the dustiness, you could see a faint glow come from the liquid within the tubes. You bend down, examining it. 

“This is Archon Residue?” 

“In its purest form. The blood of a dead god.”

“Wow…” 

Dottore grins at your awed face. You watch him carefully place the glass tubes in his messenger bag. 

“Amazing, isn't it?” Dottore answers. He puts the last one in his bag before clasping it shut. “And...done! See, that wasn't so hard was it?”

You nod. 

The two of you exit the lab room. Your momentary interest quickly dissipates, turning to familiar anxiety once you’re in that hallway again. 

“Perhaps we should explore more. I may have left some other useful things here,” Dottore nudges you tauntingly. 

"Let's just go, please."

Dottore shrugs, sighing in mock exasperation. 

"Alright. Though you are supposed to be a dove, not a chicken."

You scowl at him.

"Dottore, I-"

The hairs on your neck rise as you hear something rustle in front of you. At first, you try to convince yourself that it’s another rat, but a huge shadow runs in front of you. You take a small step back. 

"What the hell was that?"

“My dear, it’s not-” 

Instantly, a large beast appears in front of you. The unnaturally large wolf looms over you two. Its black fur is matted and scarred, saliva dripping from its barred jaw. It approaches you, hackles raised and growling. 

Abruptly, the monster dashes toward Dottore, snapping wildly. He moves out of the way, dropping the seelie lantern in the process. The glass shatters. The small fairy escapes, floating lazily before disappearing altogether and leaving you two in the dark. The beast crashes into a haphazard pile of wooden boxes that collapse loudly upon it. 

Dottore grabs your hand as you run down the hallway, further into the abandoned building. You can hear the beast snarling in the distance, no doubt pursuing you. 

"Quickly, in here!"

You swerve into another room, this one probably meant for storage. You hide behind a large shelf, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. Thankfully, this wing’s electricity seems to still be functional. The lights buzz loudly as the few dull lights flicker intermittently, giving you some light to work with. You look at Dottore, spitting out your words. 

"What was that?"

“A previous experiment went wrong. I didn't think it would still be alive after all these years,” Dottore murmurs. “Hmm... quite interesting indeed. Perhaps, we should capture it and study this phenomenon further....”

“Doctor!”

“Fine, I digress.” 

You see him sit down, turning as you watch the beast’s shadow looming in the hallway as it encroaches upon them. You peer at Dottore incredulously. 

"You're just going to sit there? I'd like to remind you that your life is at stake here."

"Any more abrupt movements would break the samples we worked so hard to get."

"Can't you just put the bag down while we deal with this?"

"And risk that monster barrelling into them? Absolutely not." 

"Augh!" 

Your noise of irritation catches the monster’s attention. It swiftly turns towards the entrance, walking slowly into the storage room and sniffing the air. It recognizes Dottore’s scent and growls even louder. 

"Now you’ve done it." 

You glare at him once more before pulling out your dagger. 

It’s up to you now. 

As much as it would be enjoyable watching the Doctor get mauled, you know that beast would probably turn its attention towards you at some point as well. You have no choice but to fight. You grip your blade tighter as it gets closer. You swear you can feel its hot, heavy breaths. It’s then that you spy Doctor’s throwing knives, sitting uselessly in his hands.

Well, if he won’t use them…

You grab the knives before running out of your hiding place, throwing one right into the monster’s face. It lands deep in one of its glowing eyes. The surprise attack leaves the monster howling as it scratches its face, trying to dislodge the blade. You take advantage of your timely attack, jumping behind it and slashing at its neck. Instead of blood, a thick, black oily substance oozes from the wound. It merely whimpers a little, furiously turning towards you.

“Oh my, what a brave little birdie. I wonder if you will win against such a formidable opponent…” 

You can hear Dottore’s soft musings. You really hope he isn’t taking notes on your fight right now. 

“Damn, what did you do to this thing?” You yell, back up as you brace your attacker. 

“Genetically fused someone with Rifthound DNA, reinforced with ruin guard machinations. Can’t you see the resemblance of each species?” 

You notice your opponent’s eyes. Despite glowing unnaturally, they were surprisingly human. 

“That's a human?” You hiss. 

“Was, dear.”

You immediately realize why Dottore had to change lab locations. 

The beast snaps at you, its teeth almost catching in your cloak as you jump out of the way. 

“Tch…” You grit your teeth, grabbing the fabric. 

You rip it off, your wings spreading free. If you could fly, this fight would certainly be more promising.

But you simply had to make do with what you had. 

You dodge the beast again, barely managing not to get snapped in half by its teeth. It’s then that your eyes lock on to its belly. One side is flesh, the other is metal. The stitching holding the two sides together seems to be coming undone. 

That's it!  

You ready your blade, taking a deep breath. Despite its present appearance, you wonder if this monster still had any humanity left in it. You really did not want to kill another human…

“I’m sorry…” You mutter. 

Running towards the beast, you throw Dottore’s last knife. You miss it dismally but it doesn’t matter. That momentary distraction is all you need. Its eyes return to you and the beast swipes at you as you slide under it, dragging the knife across the haphazard stitch line. It comes undone almost instantly. Guts, blood, and wires spill out of the monster like a pinata. The monster wails and falls to the ground, twitching pathetically as the life ebbs out of it.

You stand up, trying your best to wipe the gore off of yourself. It’s then that you hear the Doctor clapping. 

“Oh my... You managed to kill it! A rather interesting development indeed.”

You roll your eyes as he walks towards you. 

“Well, I'm glad someone enjoyed that.”

You shake your wings, blood specks flying off your feathers. Dottore puts his hand on your shoulder, examining the bloody scene. 

“As much as it would have been nice to test on that thing more, I suppose this is an acceptable outcome as well. You're becoming quite proficient at killing things,”  He chuckles. “Not that I doubted you. Heh, heh.”

“Well that time it was kill or be killed-”

You suddenly feel dizzy, stumbling to the ground. A sharp pain shoots through your side. You lift up your shirt to reveal a gnarly gnash deep in your side.

Oh, so it did get me…

Dottore clicks his tongue, bending next to you. 

“Ah...I see you've taken damage. I suppose I should fix that wound before we move on,” The Doctor pulls out a syringe from his bag, filling it with a green liquid. Before you can protest, he injects the mystery liquid into your neck. The injection causes your eyes to roll back and your mouth to go slack. 

“Tch…she fell unconscious. Well, I suppose that’s a side effect of this new serum that I’ll need to work on,” He muses. “I'll just carry her back.”

The last thing you remember is feeling Dottore scoop you in his arms before you fall asleep. 

Dottore is awoken by someone lifting his mask off his sleeping face. It’s most certainly you. He pretends he’s asleep just a moment more before quietly murmuring.

“I thought you didn’t care what I looked like.”

“Ah!”

Dottore regrets scaring you because the next thing he feels is you painfully slamming his mask back on his face.

“Ouch!” 

Dottore sits up, groaning as he adjusts it. As he does, Dottore turns towards you. You quickly bow, muttering an apology. He can see you are blushing profusely. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t actually. I was just a little curious and you were sleeping there and-” You pause before sighing. “You won’t let me live this down will you?”

“The chances are near zero.” 

Dottore grins, baring his sharp teeth. He isn’t mad--far from it. But he’ll never pass up a chance to tease you.

“So… did you like what you saw?”

You groan, covering your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment. After a moment of silence, you compose yourself, crossing your arms. 

“Well. You aren’t atrociously ugly,” You say, trying to play it cool as you did when you were flustered. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Dottore replies triumphantly. 

“You would,” You respond, shaking your head. You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. “Why were you sleeping at my desk anyways?” 

Dottore stands up, pushing the small, wooden chair in. After carrying you back, he’d brought you to your room before sitting at your desk, watching you. He’d simply wanted to make sure you didn’t have any ill reactions to the serum he gave you. He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep. 

It’s now your turn to tease the Doctor. The corners of your mouth twitch upwards. 

“Aw, were you worried about me?” 

Dottore is relieved his mask hides the pinkish tint of his face. He dismissively waves away your words.

“Of course you would assume such silly things. I was merely studying the effects of the new drugs I gave you. Worry has nothing to do with it.”

You only laugh. He knows you don’t believe his words. That’s fine. You could assume all you want. 

You carefully lift your shirt up a bit. Where such an ugly wound had been is now new skin. You hum with approval.

“Well, it worked that’s for sure.” 

Dottore is relieved. 

“Of course it would. All my creations do,” He scoffs, crossing his arms. 

“Yes, yes Doctor,” You say, stretching. 

Dottore doesn’t appreciate your dismissiveness but he knows how utterly disdainful you are of his overconfidence. You shouldn’t be. A man of his stature deserves to be as confident as he is. 

“What will we do today? Will you use the Archon Residue?” 

Dottore shakes his head. “Not today. I have other plans.” 

You cock your head once more. “And what are those?” 

“You’ll see. Now get ready. I’m not going to wait long,” Dottore says, exiting your room. He closes your bedroom door with a soft click. 

It takes you nine and a half minutes to get ready. You approach him in the hallway. 

“Alright, Doctor. What are we doing?” 

“Come.” 

He takes your hand, leading you to a wing of the laboratory unfamiliar to you. Dottore opens a door, leading you into a large, empty room save for a few, wooden targets. 

“Yesterday, I noticed your throwing skills are subpar-”

“Hey! I was working under stress,” You retort. 

“And I don’t want to have to carry you around each time you get hurt,” Dottore replies. “So you need to work on them.”

“Here.” 

He hands you his throwing knives attached to a black garter. You tentatively take it. 

“Keep them,” Dottore says shortly. 

“Don’t you need these?” 

“I have much more efficient methods of killing someone. Don’t worry about me.” 

“I’m not worrying,” You say as you adjust the garter over your left thigh. You pull out one of the blades, examining it. “Aren’t these the same knives you used to hunt me down?” 

“Irony is amusing, is it not?” 

“Certainly so.” 

Dottore chuckles at your sarcasm before guiding you a few feet in one of the targets. 

“You despise killing but you have an uncanny ability for it,” Dottore comments. 

“I’m not sure if you are complimenting or reprimanding me.” 

“Neither. It is merely an observation,” Dottore replies. He points to the target. “Now try throwing one. Just to see how you do in a controlled setting.” 

You focus on the human shaped cutout in front of you before raising your arm and throwing with all your might. You hit within the target but miss any vital areas. Dottore shakes his head. 

“It’s all in the wrist. You throw with too much of your arm. Here, let me help you.” 

So he does. You’re a quick learner. It’s like the Doctor says, you almost had a gift for these things. It is quite funny. For someone so bent on being a peaceful pacifist, it’s almost as if you attracted chaos. 

After all, why else would explain why you two crossed paths? 

Dottore didn't want to improve your fighting skills for your sake. You are merely an asset. An important piece of a bigger picture. But he couldn’t bring you on such expeditions if you’re always getting hurt like that. He couldn’t keep taking care of you. Caring for someone is a liability and he did not need to take unnecessary risks. So, he deduces, you need to be able to stand for yourself. 

Not that Dottore cared about you in the slightest. 

He is Icarus in that he wants to touch the sun, but he actually has the brains and the talent to actually do so. Dottore would not drown like a fool. He is meant to ascend humanity. He has lived life on the edge between life and death. He had plans and ambitions and he did not have the ability nor want to care for you. 

Dottore wonders if you felt the same way. 

As you practice, Dottore looks down at the clipboard he’s holding. He flips through some pages, his eyes resting on a piece of paper from your folder. 

Experiment 42: Anaxiphilia

He’s nearly forgotten about such a goal. Dottore knows he’s not made any progress on such an experiment. There were simply too many things happening at the moment to focus on such a frivolous study. 

You probably still hate him just as much as you did the first day you met each other. 

That’s fine. It’s to be expected.  

Love is a useless, stupid human emotion. It takes so much and yields nothing in return. Why humans feel such a thing when it did nothing to benefit their survival is certainly an evolutionary blip. Love is for the simpletons who do not have any actual worth in their meaningless lives. Only fools fell in love. 

And he is no fool. 

And, though it pains him to admit it, you are no fool either. 

Dottore had wanted you to fall in love with him for his own amusement. Now, there’s another reason-- one just as selfish and sadistic. One as lofty and stupid as his previous reason. One that Dottore would never admit to himself, let alone you. It does not matter anyways. He knows you won’t ever fall in love-- and certainly not with him. You’re much too intelligent for such things. You’re like him and he would never stoop so low. 

Besides, he is not worthy of such things. 

So Dottore takes his pen and crosses it out. 

Experiment 42: Anaxiphilia

Dottore returns to you. He peers at the target. You manage to hit inside each time, but never any vital points. It’s then that he realizes this isn’t a lack of skill. 

You’re purposely avoiding them. 

Before you can throw another, Dottore pulls the blade from your hand, looking down at you. 

“What?” 

He shakes his head. 

“You’re hesitating. This simply won’t do if you want to kill someone.”

“I don’t want to kill anyone. Especially not those who are innocent.” 

You had no problem being aggressive towards him, why did you hesitate when it came to others? 

“Your morals will only destroy you. You’ve hurt and will continue to hurt others. That’s the path of a scholar.” 

You roll your eyes, piercing him with another hardened stare. You cross your arms. 

"You are much too dramatic. A scholar's road shouldn't be bloodstained." 

“On the contrary, it’s the bloodiest.” 

You remain quiet. Dottore gives an exasperated sigh.

“It’s like you said. Kill or be killed. Hunt or be hunted. Just like the passenger pigeons of Khaenri'ah. You are either the predator or the prey in this world.” 

Dottore hands you back the knife. 

“So little birdie, what will it be? Will you die like your ancestors or be the hunter?” 

You think for a moment before taking back the blade. Dottore grins. 

Of course you would see that he is correct. 

He always is. 

“Good girl.”

Past chapters here

#fic: dead doves do not mourn #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #dottore x fem!reader #dottore #fatui harbingers #dead dove do not eat

[ladyvictory22]

"The rising sun" (continuation of i'll be back)

Christian was reviewing the latest data collected after the race, analyzing the issues with Sergio's car and other details. During the race, there was a collision between the two Mercedes, which kept Lewis from getting close to Checo that weekend. However, they knew there were more races ahead, and they had work to do.

The truth was that this weekend, Christian hadn't had an interesting competition. His usual rival was still absent, and they hadn't spoken since their last conversation in Japan. Despite this, he felt the need to call him, not only because his rival had a valid excuse for his absence but also for other reasons he had heard and wanted to confirm. But at the same time, he felt reckless thinking about calling him, as he didn't have a solid excuse, while his rival did.

He picked up his phone from the table and checked his contacts. Then, he placed it back on the table and got up from his chair, trying to resist the urge. However, it didn't take long before he gave in and picked up the phone again, heading to the window to gaze at the city of Qatar while listening to the phone ring.

"But look who's calling..." said Toto's voice on the other end, using the same words Christian had sarcastically spoken during their last conversation in Japan.

"The surprise is mine to find out that you're absent from this Grand Prix too..." replied Christian, sounding almost like he was making a complaint.

"Oh, wow... sorry, I didn't know I had to inform you," Toto joked.

"No, I don't mean... it's just that you mentioned you'd be here," Christian stammered, realizing how his words sounded.

"I know, I wanted to be there, but I still don't feel well," Toto said, with a touch of amusement. "Sorry for not letting you know."

"No, it's not your obligation or anything," replied Christian, feeling his face flush. Fortunately, he was alone in his room.

Both fell silent, aware of each other's presence on the other end of the line.

"So... Max became a three-time champion," commented the Austrian. "Send him my congratulations."

"Are those sincere congratulations?" joked Christian, his tone now more playful.

"Of course... politics," Toto replied, and they both laughed, recalling their previous discussion.

"I saw Flavio yesterday," Christian suddenly said.

"Oh, did you? I heard he'd be in Qatar," Toto mentioned.

"He told me something... that you said when you met in Porto Cervo..." Christian spoke, feeling nervous.

"Ah... I think I know what you're referring to," Toto replied.

"I... I know when you're considering something... if you mentioned it, it means it's not decided, but you're considering it superficially," said Christian, trying to sound more confident.

"Wow... you know me well," Toto said, sounding touched.

"And you know me," said Christian. "I tend to act on impulse, and you're the one who meticulously reviews everything... but should we talk seriously about that idea or not? You had promised to come back, and then I find out that... you're considering something else."

"It's something superficial, Chris... after two difficult years..." Toto began to say, but Christian interrupted him.

"I've spent nearly a decade of difficult years, trying things too, with people talking and speculating... You can't just give up because of two bad years," said Christian, sounding a bit annoyed.

"I have eight titles behind me... it feels like pressure, really... I don't want to disappoint anyone, but I feel like I'm failing," Toto admitted.

"I had three titles behind me... I know it's different, but it's part of the process. You shouldn't worry about what the public says. They wouldn't bear to be in the position you're in, or Lewis's, or your engineers'," Christian asserted.

"Well, it seems like McLaren or Ferrari are getting closer," Toto mentioned, sounding pessimistic.

"Everything can change, you know it. You just need to find the right combination, and I think you're close. You've made a lot of progress this year; you just need to change your..." Christian stopped.

"Tell me..." Toto urged.

"You just need to... change your fucking car," said Christian, and he heard Toto's laughter. He smiled too.

"I know, that's why I said it was just a superficial idea. I'm still committed to this, really," Toto assured.

"Look at what happened to your drivers and your team in the last two races... See what happens when you're not there," said Christian, delivering a mild rebuke.

"Don't remind me... it's left a bad taste in my mouth. I'm really thinking about making decisions," Toto expressed, showing his frustration.

"Bring out that character of yours, then..." said Christian, closing his eyes as images of Toto being imposing and stern came to mind. "It's needed..."

"Well, these two races have served to bring out that character again... So be sure that there will be changes," Toto affirmed, his voice sounding serious.

"I take that for granted... You don't do things without a reason," Christian smiled.

"Of course... There had to be a reason for me to be absent from two Grand Prixs, to see things from another perspective and learn," Toto mentioned, and he slowly began to sound like the Toto Christian knew.

"Well, at least there's something good about that absence," said Christian, and then added: "And how's your knee?"

"I'm recovering... I pushed myself too hard a few days ago, which worsened things a bit," Toto explained.

"You should rest... Although after today, you need to recover quickly... Maybe... I could visit you after Qatar," said Christian, before realizing that he should have kept that last part in his mind.

"Maybe we could go for dinner here in Monaco," Toto suggested with a more suggestive tone.

Christian couldn't help but smile even more, feeling trapped in a conversation that went beyond professionalism. "Are you inviting me on a date?" he joked, though inside, he was filled with excitement.

"Maybe... I remember insisting on a date a few years ago," Toto recalled, his voice soft and seductive.

"I remember almost saying yes," confessed Christian, his voice soft as velvet. "Although fate didn't want that to happen..."

"It seems there's another chance," said Toto, his voice now loaded with an irresistible charm. "And I'm sure there's still a connection between us... not just in rivalry..."

Christian felt his heart beating faster. "Are you sure?" he whispered, allowing his vulnerability to shine through his words.

Toto smiled on the other end of the line, as if he could see him. "I'm sure... I can imagine that you're blushing right now, aren't you?"

Christian touched his cheek, aware that Toto was right. "Yes... I am a bit..." he admitted, his voice lower and filled with intimacy.

"I love it when you're like this..." Toto said with a soft and affectionate tone. "It's so genuine, so you..."

Christian sighed, feeling completely captivated by Toto and his way of talking to him. "You... you have that effect on me..."

Toto continued, his voice closer, as if he were inches away. "And I can imagine that you're biting your lip right now..."

Christian involuntarily bit his lip, feeling completely trapped in Toto's seductive game. "You're right..." he whispered.

"Mein Schatz..." said Toto in German, with a tenderness that made Christian's heart skip a beat. "You're incomparable to me... I haven't forgotten you..."

Christian felt a warm shiver running through his body upon hearing those words. "Toto..." he whispered, not really sure what to say.

Christian closed his eyes, imagining the upcoming encounter. "Me too... "

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you..." Toto continued, his voice filled with desire.

#christian horner #toto wolff #christian/toto #toto wolff x christian horner #hornywolff #they got flirty #mercedes amg f1 #red bull racing #old man yaoi #I felt bad for my Merc boys #so I had to do something.

[ummick]

'It's the start of something' – Mick Schumacher follows in Dad's sports car footsteps

Mick Schumacher's career stalled after two difficult years – now he's set to complete a circle started by his father by making his Le Mans Hypercar debut this weekend

Almost 33 years ago, a young Michael Schumacher found himself indignantly stranded just outside the Silverstone pit exit when his Mercedes C11 Group C car’s gear linkage crumbled during qualifying for the British Empire Trophy, as the ex-WEC round was known then. After the Silver Arrows junior driver’s mechanics came to his rescue – legging it down the pitlane to fix the car – the incident was deemed 'outside assistance' and the German hotshot was promptly excluded from the event, along with his Le Mans-winning team-mate Jochen Mass. Over three decades later, his son Mick is now getting to grips with what he calls "the basics" of a fast and furious, 40-car strong sports car field as he prepares to make his World Endurance Championship debut this weekend for Alpine in Qatar. Father and son have an uncanny reverse symmetry to their careers – while Michael had a couple of years of sports car appearances before famously launching into F1, son Mick is now embarking on an endurance racing journey after a couple of years in the grand prix world. Speaking to Motor Sport, the former F2 and F3 champion is clearly keen to put recent unsatisfying years behind him when he was either stuck at the back of the F1 grid with Haas or on the bench as a reserve driver for Mercedes – and describes how glad he is to be back behind the wheel.

"It's amazing," he enthuses. "It was my first season [in 2023] not racing in over 15 years, so it felt quite weird and I didn’t like it, so I'm happy that I'm back in the racing seat. Also, I feel like that working aspect of trying to prove yourself, trying to get after it, is something so special and unique to sports in general, and if you just sit on the bench, you don’t really get to do that. “I think it's definitely a start of something, which hopefully is a good season, a good project. Who knows what the future holds?" With limited testing in WEC, over the course of the Prologue and practice sessions Schumacher has just been trying to acclimatise to what is a congested Losail track at the best of times; a tight circuit originally designed for MotoGP bikes. "It's been my first experience with every car on track," he says, slightly wide-eyed. "I think it was good to have that with the GT cars, and see how [a number of] Hypercars behave on track – it's out of the ordinary to me [after] racing in open wheels. But it’s been positive, I got to do my laps. I think we learned a lot." Having only driven featherlight karts and single seaters up to this point, Schumacher admits that Alpine A424 has come as a bit of a shock to the system. Its Mecachrome V6 and rear-axle MGU might pump out a combined 670bhp, but compared to his Haas F1 car the French car still feels like a bit of an electric blue tank. "It's a very heavy car, low downforce, low power compared to what I’m used to," he says. "But there's still this racing aspect, there's still this aspect of trying to improve every single bit. And at the end, [while] not everybody has the same [cars], we're all pretty much in the same boat." Schumacher said that he was still adjusting to driving within a team of three, sharing the same car, rather than as an individual. "It's a very different approach to F1. Sometimes I still catch myself trying to be the fastest. It's just about learning to take the information, process it and be able to use it right away, counter-checking with the experiences of my teammates so I don't go in blind. We're trying to position ourselves with a car where we know we can last around ten hours."

With the Qatar race stretching out so long, Schumacher says that he has to be ready for anything that might be thrown his way, clearly relishing the challenge of this new discipline. That said, the young German makes no bones about where he’s trying to get back to. WEC is quite simply a springboard. "The closeness to Europe and the ability to merge it with my reserve driver role in F1 are for me the main aspects," he says when asked as to the reason behind the WEC move. "It's important to just go racing again, to stay race fit, sharp in my head so that whenever the opportunity arises in F1 I'm ready to switch over to that. But I think that there's a big future in Hypercar at the moment, with so many manufacturers coming in,and more races coming into the calendar, I hope, at some points. I think there's loads of great things to come in both championships." When asked 'Why Alpine?,' a similar response is forthcoming. "The closeness to F1 is definitely a big aspect," he admits. "But also just the fact to see how committed Alpine was as a brand to push this project – it's also a big factor. The combination was just difficult to resist." Part of the excitement around WEC this season is that in a 19-strong Hypercar line-up, no one is quite sure what the competitive order will be. Heavyweights Ferrari and Toyota will likely be near the sharp end, but this season Porsche and Cadillac look like serious threats to their supremacy. Meanwhile, new kids on the Hypercar block Alpine and Lamborghini are the dark horses. Even Schumacher himself isn't sure. "Honestly, I don't think anybody knows, really, where we are," he says. "I think we're just very excited to see how it's going to go for the ten hours here. It's a great track, it's a great place, great venue to come to, and it'll be exciting to get the first experience in race trim and try to contextualise every little detail and see where we end up."

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Bound To You

You always know exactly what I want, even if I don't know it myself. Seth/Siobhan  See here for the rest of the series/order to read.

Warning: Language/Smut incl. Bondage

Rating: MA

The apartment door closes behind me and I lean against it with a sigh. Home.

My purse slides down my arm and I catch the handle at the last second, slinging my keys inside before I dump it on the floor. My blazer is next as I move away from the door towards the bedroom, stripping as I go, desperate to get in the shower and clean off the travel stink that clings to me. By the time I reach the bathroom, I'm down to my bra and panties, my fingers tugging at my hairband. Minutes later, my eyes closed as the water beats down on my face, soaking my hair. 

The only thing missing is Seth. I could really do with his arms curling around me right now, his chin on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear. His days off are few and far between at the moment. And when we get them, we strangle the life out of them, clinging to each other as the hours race past and I'm struggling to keep it together as I watch him pack his bag for another stretch on the road. It doesn't matter how long we've been together, it never gets any easier.

I sometimes wonder what I would do without friends like Lex and Becca. Even though we're displaced all over the country, there's something comforting in knowing that I'm not alone. All three of us know what it's like to devote time and effort to a man that's hardly ever in the same city, let alone the same apartment as us. We know what it's like to sustain a relationship using any means possible, whether that's phone calls, texts or just our imaginations. I never realised how much I'd need that support network – I thought I was as independent as they come, but even the most independent of us need a little help along the way.

I watched Lex do this for a long time before Seth and I gave it a go. Her resilience is admirable and I constantly questioned if I had the same determination to see this through. I couldn't imagine getting into a relationship with someone I would hardly see.

Somehow Seth changed my mind. And I don't regret it for one second. Even when the going gets tough, something pushes me to fight for what we have. I've realised why Lex was so hell bent on making it work with Roman. Because I want the same thing to happen with Seth. Life without him just isn't an option anymore. The thought makes my heart pound nervously, my throat tightening as I imagine what that would be like. 

I blink away the stream of water, pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind. But it won't stop them from creeping up on me again. I'm still scared. Scared that I'm going to fuck this up again. I came so close before and even though it was months ago, it still hangs over me, constantly taunting me. It's an ever present reminder of not only how much of a bitch I can be, but how forgiving Seth is. If the roles were reversed, I wonder if I could forgive as easily as he did. I was astounded by the way he brushed the whole incident aside. He never once let it come back to bite me in the ass, though I'm sure I gave him enough reason to at the time.

But I guess that's what love is. Knowing when to forgive and forget. And to be fair, the whole incident has made us stronger, made us more determined to make this work. Without it, maybe we wouldn't be here today. Maybe I wouldn't be in the process of moving the last boxes from my apartment. Maybe I wouldn't be spending my weekends unpacking and fitting my own possessions amongst his. 

I took the plunge and gave notice on my old apartment two weeks ago. Just like he'd done all those months ago, Seth managed to convince me that this worth a shot, despite of my fears. I don't know if I will ever rid myself of those fears, but with him, anything seems possible. But now, I have no safety net. Now I'm clinging to him, grasping at the promises he made to me in that hotel room and praying that I don't fall. Or at least, I don't fall without him.

Scrubbing my hands over my face, I pause as my fingers brush against my lips. I can't help the small smile that graces my face as I pull back my hands and stare at one finger in particular. The feeling of his lips pressed against the base still remains with me. The sincerity in his eyes and voice sent a shiver down my spine and even the memory still causes my skin to tingle today. His words hung in the air as I struggled to think what to say in response. His fingers slid between mine, tugging my arm up and over his shoulder as he moved closer, his forehead resting against mine as he repeated his words.

“One day.”

Despite the path of our conversation, I never once thought it would end in him promising me that. Scrap that – it's more like, in spite of our conversation, he still promised me that. After all, I had essentially told him that I didn't know if I wanted marriage or children. Yet there he as, still offering me that if I wanted it.

And I meant what I said. I wasn't saying no. I just needed time to think it through.

I'm barely getting my head around Lex and Roman's news. Whilst I'm beyond pleased for them both, there is a tiny tremor of uncertainty. I barely see Lex as it is. Add a baby into the mix and that leaves very little time for other things and Roman has to come first. I get that. I really do. But I don't want to lose my friend.

I feel sick with selfishness, frowning at myself for even thinking these thoughts. But that's what happens. I've seen it before with colleagues – a baby comes into their lives and those without cease to exist in their world. Things they once had in common are irrelevant and the conversation dries up. It can happen so easily, even for those friends who live in the same city. Lex and I barely scrape enough time for a text or phone call and we only seem to see each other when our paths cross at shows.

Yet when I see her, I forget that it's been weeks or months. We slip back into the same old routine, the familiar back and forth. Only last time, when I was back to sort out my apartment and she was visiting her mom, there was a visible bump on display, her hand caressing it tenderly as she joked and laughed. She glowed too. It was the same old Lex, just with an extra kick. It gave me hope that nothing will change.

Although maybe it will, but in a good way. Maybe it'll make me realise that I want that with Seth too. It astounded me that he thought about our future. Call me naïve but I didn't think guys thought that way. Rightly or wrongly, I thought that if anyone would be starting to have those thoughts, it would be me. But no, we swap roles and I'm the one who freaks out at the mention of getting serious.

We haven't spoken about it since. It was like we both made a conscious effort to not let things get too serious the next day. He snuck in a workout before I woke up and then we didn't leave the hotel room until absolutely necessary. I barely made it to the airport in time for my flight back to Iowa. It felt good to just have a day of nothing. Well, nothing mixed into never-ending kisses and slow, teasing touches that escalated more than once.

I feel like we need more of that. More of the slow. More of the gentle. Everything is always so rushed and heated. We're too frantic for our own good, racing to push each other to climax so we can start over again and again until there is no more time left. I love when we leave the apartment. It reminds me what it was like at the beginning, when everything was still fresh and new, that part of a relationship where you're always discovering something new about the other person. I like sitting in bars with him, watching him out of the corner my eye and wondering how I ended up so fucking lucky. I like the way his hand will always find mine without even looking, how his fingers will always brush against my thigh at least once under the table if we're at dinner. I love how when I get up to go to the bathroom or go to the bar for more drinks, I can feel his eyes watching me go. I love how on the way back to the car, he'll always try to steal kisses from me, pressing me up against the car itself, too eager for his own good.

I shut off the shower, a warm glow spreading through me as I remember that tomorrow I will have all of that in real life, not just in my head. And due to his recent hectic schedule, I'm fortunate enough to get him for longer than usual – extra vacation days a reward for his hard work and my patience. He suggested going away, escaping for a few days but I'd rather just be here. I like waking up in our bed together, I like wandering around the apartment and hearing his voice and seeing his bare back as he brews coffee and then sneaks his arms around me for a morning kiss. And sure, we can do that anywhere, but it always feels more luxurious here than elsewhere. Because whilst for some, that would be a regular, everyday occurrence, for me it isn't. And I savour the moments that we get to be normal.

My phone rings as I exit the bathroom and I have to run back to the lounge to extract it from my purse. I can't help the wide grin as I see his name flash up on the screen.

“Hey,” I answer, breathlessly.

“Sounds like I caught you at a bad time,” he chuckles.

“Is your mind always in the gutter, Rollins?”

“Don't act like you don't love it,” he shoots back as I head back to the bedroom.

“Fine, you got me,” I laugh. “Hate to spoil your fun, but you rang just as I got out of the shower.”

“That ain't spoiling my fun, sweetheart,” he drawls with another chuckle. “Quite the opposite in fact.”

I sit on the bed, lying back on the soft sheets as I chew my lip for a second, toying with whether to provoke or tease him. “Showering is only fun when you're with me.”

“Damn straight.” He pauses and I distinctly hear him lick his lips. My thighs instantly tighten, a cool shiver floating down my spine as he takes a shallow breath. “I just can't keep my hands to myself when you're all naked and wet.”

“I really hope you're alone right now.”

There's another pause. “I can be.”

“Seth!”

“What?” I can almost hear the cocky grin spreading across his face. “I'm messing with you.”

“So, you rang me. What's up?”

“Just checking in. So, are you really naked and wet?”

“Seth...”

“See, I got this image of you in my head now and I can't seem to shift it.”

“Se–”

“And you answering the phone all breathless and saying my name over and over again... Well, that ain't helping either, sweetheart,” he continues, his voice gaining an all too familiar rasp. The sound that creeps into his tone when he's crawling over me or scooping me back into his lap from behind. “Fuck, I've missed you.”

“Missed you too,” I whisper. “I was thinking of you earlier.”

“Yeah?”

“In the shower,” I admit. All thoughts of why he was originally calling have gone. I don't know if this was his intention or a happy coincidence but that voice of his is fucking with my mind and body.

“Go on,” he prompts.

“Like you say, it's more fun when you're with me.”

“How so?”

I close my eyes and think back to the last time he joined me in there. I swallow thickly as I realise it was probably one of the last times we saw each other before this stretch apart. The morning that he left in fact. We both had early starts that day, both heading to the airport but on flights to opposite sides of the country. He'd reached past me for the shower gel and I had pulled his arm around me before I could stop myself.

“Siobhan,” he prompts softly and I wonder if he's realised why I've gone quiet.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Yes,” I say, the single word forced from my mouth before my real emotions can betray me.

He chuckles quietly. “You tasted so damn sweet that morning.”

My stomach flips.

“You think I haven't been replaying that morning over and over again?” he continues. “Fuck, sweetheart, it's what's been keeping me going for the last few weeks. The thought of coming home, crawling over you... Down you... Eating you...”

I bite back the moan that's threatening to break loose, only to let out a wanton whimper instead as I remember twisting in his arms, pulling his mouth to mine. My fingers tangled in his wet hair as he backed me up against the shower wall, his hands skimming over my sides to squeeze my hips, my ass. His dick was already hard against my stomach as I curled one leg around his thigh and brazenly humped, silently willing him to fuck me hard and fast.

But he took his sweet time. A cocky grin gracing his face as he pulled back and pushed my arms above my head, holding them in place with one hand as his other slipped between my legs. He made a big show of licking his fingers clean, his eyes closing as he moaned at the taste.

My mind is starting to fuzz, Seth's voice distant as I remember his mouth on my breasts, my stomach, my thigh. His hand gripping my leg as he pushed it over his shoulder, his breath hot against my clit. Every lick, suck, nip was slow and controlled. It was torture, my grip on his head tightening with every teasing stroke he made with his tongue.

“... Not this time though...” Seth's voice cuts into my thoughts.

“Not this time?” I question hesitantly, not willing to give away the fact that I've been day-dreaming about that morning rather than listen to him tell me what his plans are for us tomorrow.

This time there's a slight edge to his chuckle, an edge that makes my thighs clamp together as heat starts to pool in my stomach. “This time I'm not giving up so easily.”

“Giving up?” I frown at the ceiling.

“I'm not gonna stop, sweetheart. Not matter how much you want me to.”

“I...”

“I'm gonna pin those fucking legs to the bed and eat you out until you scream yourself hoarse.”

Fuck.

“Pin down those hands of yours too,” he adds, the sly grin that's blatantly gracing his face obvious in his tone. “No way are you gonna be able to stop me, sweetheart.”

“Seth...” I manage to exhale, squirming on the bed, desperately trying to keep my nerve as the thought of my thighs on his shoulders clouds my mind, his hands gripping mine as his hair tickles my skin whilst his tongue slowly laps at my entrance.

“That sound good?” He whispers breathlessly and I wonder what he's doing. The thought of him fisting his dick as he talks to me causes that previously held back moan to finally break free. He laughs darkly in response. “I take that as a yes, sweetheart.”

My tongue darts across my dry lips as I stammer out my agreement.

“We ain't leaving that bed for a long time,” he whispers, his voice taking on a slightly softer tone than before. But not for long. A deep chuckle rumbles through the phone. “Well, at least I'm gonna make damn sure you can't.”

My mind, which has until this point been working at breakneck speed, suddenly screeches to a halt. “What do you mean?”

“That would be telling, sweetheart. You really want me to spoil the surprise?”

I pout at the ceiling, my stubbornness fighting to the surface. “You don't play fair, Rollins.”

“There was a time where you didn't play fair either.”

I frown for a second, before realisation dawns on me. “I gave you what you wanted in the end. And don't deny that you didn't enjoy every second of the build up.”

“I told you I'd get my revenge one day,” he reminds me. “And you know revenge is best served cold.”

“Ice cold in your case,” I shoot back. “That happened almost a year ago.”

“And I've never forgotten it. You sliding all over me, your fucking ass bouncing in my face... On my dick...” He lets out a soft groan at the memory and I'm right there with him.

He makes me feel like a fucking goddess at the best of the times, but that was probably the one time I felt like one even before he saw me. I remember standing in the bathroom, staring at my reflection, watching my hand shaking as I took a long sip of wine. I remember wondering why the hell was I doing this, why couldn't I just think of a regular anniversary gift rather than doing something so stupid. And then I took the plunge, opened the door and my nerves vanished with one look from Seth. The entire time he was shifting in his chair, his hands scraping along his thighs, swallowing thickly as I taunted him with my movements. Heat radiated from his skin as I touched him and his kiss was searing at the end, his words rough, his touch determined as he showed me exactly what effect I had on him.

“And I've never forgotten that I was due some payback for that as well.”

“Well, you've had enough time to think about it,” I tease with a grin. “This better be worth the wait.”

“Trust me, it will.”

There's a brief pause. Down the line, there's a loud knock at a door, a muffled voice calling through, followed by a muttered 'shit' from Seth.

“I gotta go,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Some people have impeccable timing.”

“Go,” I tell him. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

I can practically hear the grin that spreads across his face. “Can't wait, sweetheart.”

“I love you,” I whisper as I hear him stand, a chair scraping across the floor.

“Love you too, sweet dreams.”

Silence. I stare at the phone in my hand, his singular image replaced by one of the two of us taken down in Tampa whilst stopping over at Lex and Roman's. I'm perched on Seth's lap as we sit in the backyard, my face scrunched up with laughter, my nose pressed against his cheek as he pulls a face at the camera. He has one hand around my waist, his fingers disappearing under the hem of my shirt, the other casually caressing my bare leg. I shiver at the thought of his calloused fingers dragging across my skin tomorrow.

I close my eyes and I'm right there in the hallway, pinned against the wall in a never-ending kiss, his hands pushing under my shirt as I claw at his arms, his hair, his neck, anchoring him to me in anyway possible. I bite my lip in anticipation.

Sweet dreams indeed.

**

The sheets and blankets hug me close as I twist beneath them, my eyes remaining forcibly shut as I fight the urge to wake up. I snuggle deeper into the bed, my head burying between the pillows as I breathe in deeply and catch a faint whiff of Seth's aftershave. A small smile tugs at my lips, my mind starting to slip back into slumber. My leg automatically shifts as I'm pulled into a world where he's already lying beside me and said leg is curling over his, waiting for his hand to brush against my knee and rock me slowly onto my side where he can claim my mouth in a lazy, breathless kiss.

A soft click disturbs my dream and I frown into the pillow as the image of Seth disappears and is replaced by the harsh reality that I'm waking up alone. I curse early rising neighbours as I open one eye and cast a bleary look towards the curtains which are slowly turning lighter from the rising sun.

A rustle beyond the bedroom door makes me freeze. I hold my breath as the rustling sounds moves closer, the door creaking quietly. My heart is pounding, my brain fighting with my nerves as I somersault from one thought to another as I sense someone behind me, next to the bed, staring down at me as I hide beneath the sheets.

Cool air slides across my neck as the sheets are slowly tugged from my grasp. A familiar scent invades my senses and my fear immediately subsides.

“Seth! What the fuck?!” I twist furiously to face him, but I only catch a glimpse of his arm, tanned and muscular, before his large hand slides over my eyes. “What the–”

His chuckles sends a shiver down my spine. “Good morning to you too.”

My hand scrambles against his, tugging at his fingers, but he refuses to let them slip from my face. “What's with the creeping?” I scowl into the darkness.

“I wasn't creeping. I didn't realise you were awake.” His warm breath tickles my cheek. “I was planning to wake you up in a very different way...”

His lips brush against mine, slow and purposeful. The hand still remains over my eyes, shielding my view as I feel the sheets being pushed away, the cool air hitting my bare breasts. I try to help him, desperate to feel him, all of him, pressed against me. But my assistance is refused, my hands knocked softly back onto the mattress.

I feel him shift above me, his jean-clad thigh brushing against my side, the roughness making me twitch, my body involuntarily twisting away. But rather than a sighed frown, my response makes him snicker and his fingers rub soothingly against my temple as he continues to block my vision with his palm.

“What did I tell you last night?” His voice has that same rasp from our late night conversation and my body reacts in the same way it did then, my thighs pressing together as he continues to drag the sheets down my legs, my nipples tightening slightly and not from the cool air alone. “Sweetheart...”

I swallow hard, trying to remember, but it's so damn hard with his other hand trailing from my ankle to my knee. “You're... You're not going to stop...”

“That's right,” he praises. “And what else?”

Something cool brushes across my stomach. The tip of it teases around my bellybutton and I gasp as it dips inside, my hips pressing into the mattress as I try and fail to squirm out of reach.

“What else?” Seth prompts.

It's silk – the softness gives it away as a large strip of the material flutters across my ribcage, heading north for a second before casually changing direction and curling under my breasts and back down to my stomach.

“I... I won't be able to stop you,” I stammer as the silk trails over my hip, my thigh, between my legs... A quiet curse leaves my lips. There's a pause and then the silk repeats its path. Again. And again.

“Anything else?” He murmurs as the silk drags back up my stomach, between my breasts, tickling my throat.

“You...” I start, but the rest of my sentence is lost in surprise as his hand slips from my eyes. I catch a brief sight of him as I blink in the light, only managing to note that he's shirtless and the top button of his jeans is undone, the dark trail of hair winking at me before my sight is cut off for good.

He leans over me, cupping my head as he ties the scarf, his touch gentle as he lowers me back onto the pillows.

“You okay?” he murmurs in my ear, fingers pushing my hair away from my neck.

“Yes,” I breathe back.

“Not too tight?” he questions as he traces my cheeks with his fingertips. I shake my head, my own hands coming up to adjust the scarf ever so slightly before he engulfs them in his larger ones.

A soft whimper escapes me as he presses his lips to my fingertips, his thumbs running over my palms and across my wrists as he does.

“So what else did I tell you?” he prompts once again.

“Pin my legs to the bed.”

“And?”

“My... my hands,” I groan as his lips brush against my wrists.

“Right.” My hands are pushed back, his grip firm as he pushes them above my head, unfurling my fingers and then wrapping them around the vertical slats of the headboard. “Stay there.”

I feel him move from the bed, feet padding across the bedroom. A drawer sliding open and closed. There's a pause and then the sound of a zipper being undone and I fail to hold back the soft whine. A quiet laugh drifts through the air and I scowl in response.

The foot of the bed dips and my legs naturally shift wider to accommodate him. A hand presses just above my knee, widening them still. The other hand... Fuck.

The cold metal makes me jump. My hands grip the headboard tighter and I hiss loudly as he slides the handcuffs up my leg. The chain clinks together as he adjusts his hold and lets the two cuffs drift over my hip. He straddles my thighs, his bare legs tight against mine, restricting my movements as lays the cuffs on my stomach for a second. His finger circles the restraints, tickling my skin at the same time before I feel his arms rest either side of my head and the warmth from his chest as he hovers above me.

“We can stop anytime,” he reassures as he nuzzles my neck. “Just tell me, okay?”

I nod. “I'm okay.”

His lips pucker into a smile against my skin as he reaches between us and tugs the handcuffs further up my body. The chain clips my nipple and my back arches, another hiss slipping from my lips as I hear one cuff click open. My wrist is captured a second later, the long chain winding through the headboard as he reaches for my other hand and snaps the second cuff into place.

“Much better,” he says and I can almost picture the smirk on his face, his head titled to one side as he surveys me, bound and blinded and completely at his mercy. My fingers feel along the chain, noting its slack and how, as my wrists slide inside the cuffs, I could probably pull my hands free if I wanted. I wonder if its a deliberate move on his part or a happy coincidence in his choice of restraints.

The tips of his fingers stroke my wrists, slowly working their way down my extended arms. They pause half way down, barely-there circles around the inside of my elbows which makes me shiver yet crave more of his gentle touch. I wonder how long the slow will last. Judging by his promises yesterday, I'm in for the long haul. But I have no place I'd rather be than right here, waiting for his next move as his fingers dance down the remaining length of my arms to my shoulders.

A small whimper slips from me as his lips make contact with my neck. He lingers on the edges of spots that he knows drive me wild. No matter how much I twist and turn my head, he refuses to give in, nudging me back to my original position where he can torture me easily.

“Seth...” I groan as the tip of his tongue traces along my collarbone, avoiding the sensitive skin just above it that he usually loves to suck and bite.

“All in good time,” he murmurs in response. “I'll get you there, I promise.”

His words, no matter how well intended, do little to satisfy my cravings. I let go of a frustrated whine, frowning as he pulls back completely.

“Patience,” he reminds me, a hand coming to cup my chin and I can feel his warm breath on my lips as he finally closes the gap between us and his mouth claims my own. He tastes of coffee and chocolate, presumably from his early morning breakfast and I desperately wish there was enough give in the chain so that I could at least run my fingers through his hair as he teases my mouth. His lips slip from mine and he starts to press open-mouthed kisses to my neck.

I hold my breath in anticipation as he makes his way around to the sweet spot just below my right ear. Once again, he pauses, latching onto the less sensitive skin for a second before...

“Yes,” I hiss, a grin tugging at my lips as he suckles, his lips tight. My back arches, my breasts hitting his bare chest as my fingers curl around the chain once again for leverage. “Please, don't stop.”

He sucks harder, his teeth scraping much to my delight as I curse happily at the never-ending sensation, praying that he won't stop until he leaves a mark. I've got no meetings for at least a week, enough time for marks of our adventures this weekend to fade without trace. But he's soon pulling back, a finger tracing the spot and I know there must at least be a faint bruise.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles, his lips brushing across the spot once again before he slides down to my collar bone, nipping at the taut skin.

Fingers edge their way under my breast, running along my ribcage, making me flinch as they hit the ticklish spots that are fully exposed thanks to my position. Back and forth they move, inching higher every so often and then back down, until my breathing is ragged from anticipation and pleas consistently fill the air.

“Seth... Please... I can't... I can't stand... You... Teasing...”

“Don't say things you don't mean,” he responds, his mouth still at my collarbone and I can feel his lips slide up into a small grin. His legs, which until now have been pushing mine further apart, move so that he is straddling my right leg and his thigh slowly pushing against my panty-clad core. “Aw, sweetheart... Seems like you're enjoying this more than you think...”

I feel my cheeks redden as my arousal is completely exposed to him. He's right though. Despite the teasing, the touches that don't quite reach where I want, he still manages to make my skin tingle and my insides clench in expectation.

His lips flutter across my heated cheeks. “Nothing to be ashamed about,” he reassures. “I've always loved how you know what you want. I love how you grab my hand and place it where you want. It's fucking sexy, Siobhan... But you know, sometimes you need to explore a little... You might find that there's something else you like. But you gotta let me show you for once. Let me show you that I know exactly what you want.” His hand gradually engulfs my breast, squeezing softly before pulling back, his fingers pulling at the flesh, until only the tips of his fingers cling to my nipple and he tugs gently before releasing.

I'm gasping for air, straining against the cuffs as my back arches, desperately trying to find his hand once again.

“See?” he whispers as I wantonly grind against his thigh. I can feel him against my hip, his boxers doing little to hide his own arousal. If only I could touch him right now. I want to feel him in my hand, I want to pump my fist around him slowly and see his eyes close as he groans.

“Again,” I beg, moaning loudly as he obliges me with another drawn out grope of my breast. This time his fingers pinch a little harder, making me yelp and then mewl as his tongue carves a path from my neck down between my breasts.

His warm breath makes me shiver as it ghosts over my hard nipple and I grind fervently down on his thigh again as I hear him lick his lips. The tip of his tongue makes never-ending circles, slowly closing in on its prize and I hold my breath as his mouth closes over my nipple, only releasing it with a sigh as he tugs softly.

“Fuck...”

His other hand is teasing my previously neglected breast, his fingers mimicking the pattern of his tongue and mouth. My head feels like its about to explode from sensory overload as he hums around my breast, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. His teeth scrape against the hard tip as he pulls back for a second and I gasp loudly, the handcuffs rattling against the headboard as I strain to push my breast back into his mouth. But all I can feel is cool air hitting the wet tip as he shifts above me and his focus turns to my other breast.

“Just how I like 'em,” he grunts as he finishes teasing with me with his sinful mouth. “Hard... Wet...” He pinches each nipple for emphasis, making me cry out, both my legs wrapping around his thick thigh as I try and push myself closer to the edge.

But he's having none of that. A strong hand grips my left leg and pushes it back onto the bed. “No fucking way,” he murmurs. “You're not gonna get off that easily, sweetheart. I'm gonna take my time, remember? There ain't gonna be any shortcuts, understand?”

A finger curls under my chin, his lips brushing against mine. “Understood?” he repeats and I nod with a whimper. “Good girl.”

I've never felt so vulnerable. I've never felt so charged. It's a weird combination and I'm struggling to understand how it makes me feel. There are many times where he's pinned me to the bed and teased me until I'm on the verge of crying, but this feels different. His words, his actions, whilst they still carry a tenderness that I recognise, there's a hint of something else. It makes me feel dizzy.  I have a sudden urge to be praised again, a desperation to show him good I can really be. It's like he's tapping into something I never knew existed within me. It's as if he knows already that his behaviour is having a deeper effect on me than I could even begin to fathom.

Fuck, I love him. I love how he can read me, how he can play with me and push me to places I never thought imaginable, but that I end up craving more of. He has me on the edge already and I can't even begin to imagine where else this is heading. I'm almost at breaking point, my breathing ragged and heavy as his hands fist my breasts again, harder this time, his fingers unforgiving as they pinch and twist, yanking breathless moan after moan from my throat.

His mouth is warm and wet as he sucks on one nipple again and then the other, his fingers spreading the wetness he leaves across my chest before they climb up my neck and slip into my own mouth. I suck fervently, listening to him groan as I scrape my teeth along his fingertips. I inwardly grin at how so small an action can have an effect on him and I'm reminded that this is a two-way street – that despite my predicament, I still have a power over him too.

Hands brush against my sides, fingers curling under my arched back as he bites at my breast. They slip inside the waistband of my panties, causing my hips to buck up as well, my weight balanced between my shoulders and feet. But I smirk as I feel him rub against my hip, a soft curse floating through the air as he grips my ass harder and grinds his length against me.

“I need you,” I tell him. “I need you inside me.”

“Patience,” he groans, but I can tell his resolve is starting to slip, those deliciously sinful hips of his bucking against me as he fights to maintain control over his body. I twist my head in attempt to loosen the blindfold, desperate to see his face, to watch him struggle with his own urges. Watching him come undone is fascinating. I love when I'm on top, staring down at his beautiful face as he bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut as I clench my pussy around his dick and ride him hard and slow. I like to bat his hands away as he clamours to hold me down on him so he can thrust up into me instead and reach his climax his own way. Sometimes I let him, but most of the time, I giggle at his frustration, knowing full well it's worth it in the end to see him fist the pillow instead as he jerks beneath me, feeling him pulse inside me as he lets out a long moan, my name punctuating the air.

But not today. Today it's my turn to give myself over to him and let him control what happens to me from here on in. He eases away from my leg, pushing it and the other wider as he settles between them and my breath catches in my throat as his mouth moves away from my breast and his beard starts to tickle my stomach.

He's as slow as ever, open-mouthed kisses pressed to my heated skin as he sinks south, fingers tugging me panties along with him. His tongue swirls around my bellybutton, his hands quick to press me firmly into the mattress as I try to squirm. I'm forced to surrender to the torture, a soft cry tearing from my mouth and my head threatens to burst from the overwhelming frustration.

Sheets rustle as he rises, my legs sliding over his as he pulls me down the bed, the chain tightening, the cuffs digging into my wrists.

“Fuck, you're perfect.”

Tears prick my blinded eyes as I struggle not to break. His hand is running up and down my thigh, a tender stroke that matches the tone of his voice.

“I mean, I always knew I was a lucky fucker to have you in my life, but Christ, Siobhan... You are perfection.” His hand squeezes my hip. “I wish you could see what you look like right now.”

My throat is dry as words escape me before I can stop them. “Take a photo then.”

Seth's hand freezes on my hip. “Are... Are you serious?”

Am I? I don't know. All I can think about is how I want his hand to keep squeezing, how I want him to keep talking. How I want him to describe to me what I look like right now, but better yet, I want to hear the click of a photo being taken when there is nothing I can do to stop it. I want to see, in all its technicolour glory, exactly how I look blindfolded, handcuffed and completely exposed to him.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Seth. I wanna see.”

His hand leaves me and the bed moves beneath me as he steps away. I can hear him scrambling on the floor and then his weight dips the bed again. His hand makes me jump as he cups my face, his thumb brushing against my lip.

“I love you,” I hear him say, but my response catches in my throat. “It's okay,” he breathes against my cheek. “Tell me afterwards.”

He moves back, his hand squeezing my hip again as he presses my legs further apart with his thighs.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The phone bounces on the floor and I feel his hand curl around my ankle, tugging my leg up so he can rest it on his shoulder. His lips brush against my calf and I whine in frustration as he presses his still confined dick against my aching pussy. He rubs steadily, deliberately, hissing at the wetness that is obviously soaking the material between us.

“You're dripping, sweetheart... Just how I like it. I'm gonna clean you up good and proper,” he groans. “And then make you wet all over again... And again... And again...” He thrusts against me a little harder with every word, his grip on my ankle tightening as my leg threatens to slip from his shoulder.

His tongue blazes a path from my ankle to my knee, his hand slipping to grip my thigh instead, bending my leg back towards me and I can feel his length press against my entrance.

“I'm gonna fuck you hard and slow,” he tells me with authority. “Until you scream for me. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I hiss as his lips reach the back of my thigh.

“Good girl,” he mumbles against my skin and I have to bite my lip hard to stop myself from... From what, I don't know, but the pain in my lip, the softness of his lips and the grit in his voice is becoming too much to bear. My hips buck against him, my frustration obvious.

Too obvious.

A hand cracks against my ass, squeezing hard. “What did I tell you before?”

Fuck. I can't cope with that bass in his voice. It's too much. I can feel my own juices slipping between my ass cheeks as his hand squeezes again and my head is spinning and I can't find the word I need right now.

“Tell me,” he commands, his fingers digging into my ass roughly.

“Patience,” I manage to squeak.

His fingers sooth my aching flesh, his mouth soft once again on my thigh as he eases my leg wider, pressing it down onto the bed. He shifts above me and I jump as I feel his breath on my stomach once again, his tongue trailing a path south. His beard brushes against my lower abdomen and I fight the urge to raise my hips.

His nose settles against the small triangle of hair, his mouth so close to where I need it the most, warm breath tickling me insane as he inhales deeply.

“You smell divine,” he murmurs, the words vibrating through me as I whimper and whine and mewl  in order to let him know how fucking torturous this is.

His hands grip my inner thighs, slowly pushing them wider. My feet scramble on the bed sheets until I give in and let him manoeuvre my legs any which way he wants. My feet leave the bed as he eases my legs up, still bent at the knee, all the while his breath is still hot on my clit, his nose still nuzzling against me and I know that the second his lips touch me, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.

Something cool hits my entrance and I realise with a lurch of my body that he's spat on my pussy. I can feel it sliding over my exposed lips and then I cry out as his tongue slowly starts to lap. A muffled moan makes my back arch and I groan as his forearm slides over my hips and presses me back onto the bed. His hand twists over my pubic bone, his fingers tracing the edges of my entrance as he pulls back the skin and licks from the bottom up, stopping short of my clit.

“Seth!”

He chuckles and I can picture the cocky grin on his face as his fingers spread me wide and he repeats his motion again and again, his tongue eating up my juices just as he promised. I'm a mess already, my body completely restrained now, my sensitive core at his mercy as he swipes that devilish tongue up and down, still avoiding my clit. He pulls back for a second and I can hear him lick his lips, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

“Delicious,” he mumbles, fingers replacing his tongue as he catches his breath. One finger dips inside me, twisting slightly before retreating.

And then I can smell my scent, his finger brushing against my open mouth, slipping inside and I can taste myself. I suck his finger clean, much to his delightful groan and I whine softly when it falls from my lips and trails back down my body.

Two fingers push inside me now and he lazily thrusts them back and forth as his arm moves from my waist to push against the back of my legs, pressing them back further and further until I'm almost bent in half.

Hot breath just where I need it the most and I find myself holding my own breath as I silently pray for that mouth to cover my clit. I need it. I want it. I...

���FUCK!”

My voice is a strangled shout as Seth's lips finally close around me and tug slowly. He releases me a second latter and I'm panting, begging him for more, cursing him as he chuckles and refuses me. His fingers slip from me, the sound of my wetness filling the room as his mouth covers my entrance instead and his fingers find their way up to my mouth once again.

He kisses me as I suck them dry, his tongue pushing inside me, my resulting moan muffled by his digits. His forearm flexes against the back of my legs as he pushes his tongue deeper inside me, humming as he does and making me twitch and jerk against my restraints.

I'm so fucking close already. I've never cum this quick in all the time we've been together. He might be working me over slowly, but I'm unravelling at breakneck speed and I know the second his lips find their way back to my clit I'm going to–

My mouth twists away from his fingers, a howl ripping through me as he sucks hard on my clit, the sensitive flesh pulsing in his grasp as my whole body starts to spasm. I can feel tears breaking free, my lungs working painfully fast to gasp for as much air as possible as I writhe in his grasp, my body shutting down with every second that passes and that mouth of his still works my clit with no sign of stopping.

My body goes rigid, my mind blacking out and then nothing.

A cool hand strokes my cheek. A soft, warm tongue laps between my legs, which are now resting on his shoulders. Fingers dance across my stomach and up to my breasts, teasing my nipples as I let out a groggy moan.

“Sweetheart...” Seth mumbles, his lips moving to my inner thigh. “You okay?”

“Seth,” my voice cracks.

“What? Tell me.” His voice has lost that earlier grit, as if he knows exactly what I need right now.

“Please,” I whimper and I feel him smile against my skin. He presses another kiss to my burning flesh, another slow, long lick of my pussy before he shifts.

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything.”

His boxers are long gone it seems and I can now feel him, all of him pressed firmly against my thigh. He's rock hard and my tongue automatically slips out to lick my lips, a gesture that earns a rumbling groan from Seth.

“You want this dick, huh?” The rasp, the grit is back hard and strong.

I nod.

“Where, Siobhan, tell me where?”

“My mouth.”

The silence is palpable.

“Shit...” he exhales.

“Please...” I'm fucking begging. My mind is screaming, my body still trembling from aftershocks of what he's just done to me, but I need him. I want to taste him. I want to feel as much of him as I can.

The bed moves beneath me, his legs brushing against mine as he climbs over me, beside me. His scent drifts over me and my mouth starts to water. His hand tentatively cups my cheek, slipping to the back of my head, easing me up from my pillows.

The tip of his dick slips against my lips and my tongue darts out to tease his slit before he can jerk away.

“Fuck,” I hear him groan as I lean my head further forward and wrap my lips around the tip completely.

I hum in satisfaction as he slides further into my mouth and I let my saliva coat as much of him as possible before pulling back. I know what gets to him – he loves watching me suck hard on the tip, loves it even more if I trail my tongue from his balls to tip, goes fucking crazy if I take him all the way into my mouth in one go. But it's hard for me to do that when I'm bound and blinded.

“Help me out,” I murmur, hoping he gets the hint.

His grip on my head tightens as he angles my mouth just right and I shiver as I feel him guide himself into my mouth, my tongue pressing against the underside as he pushes more and more, making me groan as he hits the back of my throat.

“Holy fuck, Siobhan... Jesus... Oh fuck,” he grunts loudly as I start to bob on his dick, relishing in the way he feels in my mouth, how his fingers are digging into my scalp, how even though I've been at his mercy for the majority of this morning that I'm still able to bring him to his knees as well.

His hips buck forward and my throat tightens around him as I struggle to push back against his hand.

“Oh shit,” he gasps as I squeal around him and he's pulling back fast, his grip loosening as I gasp for breath. “Fuck, fuck, Siobhan. I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. Shit!”

I can feel his hands on mine, fingers fumbling.

“Seth... Stop.”

“I am, I am. I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't. I'm sorry.”

“Seth,” I repeat, my voice calm. “Leave them.”

His fingers still. “Are... Are you sure?”

I smile into the darkness. “Of course.”

“I don't deserve you,” he mumbles and my heart threatens to crack.

“Come here, please...” I feel him settle beside me, his fingers stroking my cheek. “Kiss me, Seth.”

He's slow and gentle, silently begging me to forgive him. But I already have. I kiss him back, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip, encouraging him, pushing him to give me what I want.

“Now fuck me,” I breathe as he pulls back for a second. “Hard and slow, remember?”

His forehead presses against mine. “You're too good for me,” he whispers.

“Hard and slow,” I repeat. “Make me scream.”

I want him to take back the control. I want to push him back to when his voice was deep and raspy and he called me a 'good girl' and made me cry with want and need and pure deprivation.

“I'm all yours,” I whisper.

“All mine,” he growls and I grin in satisfaction as he moves beside me, in front of me, his hands sliding up my legs as he pushes them into the air and holds them wide, his fingers digging into my ankles.

His dick slides against my pussy as he rocks back and forth, the tip rubbing over my clit, making me hiss and curse.

“That's right,” he groans. “Slick my dick up, sweetheart. C'mon, move those hips for me.”

I do as he commands, rocking against him as his dick thrusts back and forth faster and faster.

I yelp as he pushes inside me, the intrusion a blissful surprise as I take him all in, my walls clinging to him as he breathes heavily above me.

“Damn,” I hear him mutter, his hands squeezing my ankles as he twitches inside me and I groan out of desperation to feel him move. “You're so... fucking tight... And so goddamn wet, sweetheart. Fuck...”

His hips rock against me, his dick pushing deeper inside me. He slowly moves them in a circle and I cry out as he brushes against my G-spot.

“Shi-it... Seth...”

“That's right, sweetheart. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

He rocks back and then thrusts forward with renewed strength, making my breasts jerk violently, my fingers tightening around the metal chain for leverage as I try to steel myself against his thrusts.

“You're... It's so fucking deep,” I choke out as he thrusts into me again and again. “Harder... Please...”

He grunts as he gives me what I want, pushing my legs further out, spreading me wide before him as he pounds my pussy and makes me choke on my words, my moans, my inevitable screams.

“You're so wet,” he tells me again. “My dick is covered in you, Siobhan. And you're dripping everywhere. Jesus...”

He lets go of one ankle, my leg dropping to the bed as his fingers once again brush over my lips.

“Suck.”

I wet them enthusiastically, moaning as they slip from my mouth and then hissing as I feel the tips of his fingers slide over my clit.

“Aww, shit... Seth...”

“Cum for me,” he grunts. “Now. Do it. Cum. For. Me.”

He rubs furiously, his other hand slipping from my ankle as well, reaching forward to grab my breast, squeezing it hard. My leg is caught between his arm and body, bending backwards as he leans forward over me, his fingers still working my clit over and over as I feel my orgasm hurtling towards me.

“Now,” he growls against my mouth, my scent still fresh on his breath.

He swallows my scream, his tongue plundering my mouth as I shudder and shake and rut against him, his fingers relentless as I spill over his dick and he slides in and out of me with renewed gusto. I'm broken beneath him, but he doesn't stop. Just like he promised.

“Again,” he mumbles against my lips. “I wanna feel that pussy tighten again. I wanna feel you cum on my dick again.”

“I... Fuck, Seth...”

I can feel a small after-tremor start to build inside me, my clit too sensitive for more, but I can't move away and he's not stopping and I'm crying out, pleading, begging, torn between wanting more and wanting it to end.

My orgasm washes over me once again, his fingers easing off, only tickling as I gasp for breath and curse him and his dick and his fingers. He chuckles into my mouth as he kisses me tenderly.

“Good girl,” he tells me again, his hand releasing my breast and coming up to cup my cheek and I have to bite my lip to stop myself moaning. Once again I wonder if he realises the effect those words are having on me this morning. And just like that... “You like it when I call you that.”

I nod, my cheeks burning.

Another chuckle. “Roll over.”

I whimper as his dick slides out of me and he slowly eases me onto my stomach, the chain scraping together as it twists and my arms are pulled tight. But he's quick to make me for comfortable, moving me higher up the bed, moving pillows to under my head and twisting me so that I can rest my head on one side.

He straddles one leg, his knee nudging the other wider. His hands fist my ass, squeezing with alternate hard and soft kneads. A palm shifts to my lower back, pressing down gently so that my hips rise up and I can feel his dick sliding between my ass cheeks. I raise my hips a little higher, desperate for him to be inside me once again.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans as I rock back wantonly and his dick slips inside me with ease. “That's it, sweetheart, fuck my dick like a good girl...”

I moan in response, his words sending endless shivers down my spine. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me back and forth on his length. My arms are starting to ache, my wrists sore from the metal cuffs that despite their looseness are digging in thanks to this position, but I don't care. All I care about is how good he feels inside me, how his fingers are digging into my ass and willing me to rock back faster and faster, how his panting is driving me insane and how desperately I want to cum again.

His hand smacks my ass and I rear up, crying out as the restraints scrape against the headboard. He smacks me again, groaning as my pussy clenches around his dick. A hand slides up my spine, followed by his lips as he flattens his body against mine. The same hand curls in my hair, twisting thick strands around his wrist as he tugs my head up from the pillow, his mouth on my neck, my jawline, my cheek, my lips.

“Again?” he mumbles.

“Please,” I croak as his hand presses between me and the mattresses, his fingers starting to work me over once again, unrelenting as always.

His chest sticks to my back, slick with sweat. His fist is tight in my hair as he pulls my head back further, his mouth latching onto my neck, refusing to let go as his hips continue to snap back and forth against my own. I want to push back on him, but I can't move, my body completely his as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

His teeth scrape my throat, his fingers relentless on my clit and I cry out loudly, my skin on fire, my mind fighting to stay focused, but unable to decide on what to focus on thanks to the havoc that he continues to wreak on my entire body.

“Fuck, Siobhan,” he groans in my ear, his tongue curling around the sensitive shell. “Cum with me. Please... I wanna feel you grip me as I cum inside you.”

“I'm close,” I promise. And I am, my body slowly starting to shut down as all focus turns to between my legs, his dick still pounding my pussy, his fingers still rubbing my clit.

The first wave washes over me with a groan... The second crashes against me, sending me flying, screaming as he holds me close, his mouth seeking out mine, warm and comforting as his hips snap against me one last time and he freezes, his dick pulsing as he empties inside me with a grunt.

My mouth slips from his with a gasp. My lungs are on fire as I struggle to breathe, his weight too heavy, my arms screaming in pain as I try to shift beneath him.

“Seth–” I start to choke out, but he's already moving, scrambling above me, his hands on mine, the cuffs clicking open. I breathe deeply, my lungs still burning, my body aching as he rolls me onto my side, soothing fingers brushing along my cheeks, behind my head, the scarf loosening and slipping free.

Warm, brown eyes greet me and I blink back tears that threaten to fall again. I've missed him so much and even though I've felt him and tasted him and heard him, seeing him before me is something else.

“Hey,” he whispers, his hands running down my arms and pulling my hands up to his face where he slowly inspects my wrists. “Are you okay?”

I nod, watching as he kisses the red pinch marks that adorn my wrists. His eyes flicker up to mine once again.

“Hey,” he breathes again, fingers reaching out to brush against my cheeks. “Fuck, Siobhan... I... I didn't mean to push you like that.”

“You didn't,” I swallow thickly, my vision blurring. “That was fucking insane, Seth. In a good way, I promise.”

But it doesn't stop him from pulling me closer, as he fumbles with sheets and blankets and tugs them around us, over our heads so we're engulfed by warmth.

“You're incredible,” he whispers. “I was ready to stop at anytime. I would have stopped before we'd even started if you wanted me to.”

“I know. But I didn't want you to stop,” I smile shyly and then giggle. “How long have you been hiding those handcuffs?”

He grins. “A while... I was waiting for the right moment.”

“How long?” I push with a pinch to his bicep.

“A few months,” he admits. “I remembered you told me once that you wouldn't mind being tied up and teased. Figured it was the perfect way to get you back for teasing me on our anniversary.”

“And last night?”

“I wanted to make sure you were still open to the idea.” He pushes back my hair from my face. “But I still wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me well and truly surprised.”

“In more ways than one?” His eyes glint and I lower my gaze.

“Perhaps,” I admit, thinking back to the way he commanded me, how turned on I was by his choice of words. A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the click of the camera, how much I want to see that photo so that we can relive this over and over again. And I wonder...

A finger slips under my chin, nudging my gaze up. “You know that's okay, right?”

“I know.”

“You just tell me,” he smiles reassuringly. “You want this again, you just tell me.”

“I know.” And then my emotions take over, all the pent up wants and desires of seeing him in front of me and not having to imagine any more. For now at least. My voice cracks. “I just want you, Seth.”

I watch as his face visibly softens. “You got me, Siobhan. Always.”

His fingers lace between mine and I watch as he pulls my hand up to his lips.

And I'm right back in the hotel room, watching him hold my gaze as he kisses my ring finger again and again. And I'm wondering why I was so hesitant. Because why the hell would I not want to live the rest of my life with a man who cares for me, who craves me, who wants to make me happy more than anything else in the world? Why would I give that up on a maybe?

And I want to give him everything I have as well. I want to be the person he calls when he has good news or bad. I want to be the person that he turns to in times of happiness and sadness. I want to be the constant in a life that is full of ups and downs. I just want to be his. And I want him to be mine.

All I want is for him to know that I am as serious about us as he is. I want him to know that moving in with him is just the beginning. I want him to know that sure, it might take some time, but I do want everything and more with him. I want to share a million other moments just like this. I want to explore my limits, my desires, my entire life with him by my side, pushing me to try new things, whether that's in bed or out of it. 

All I want is to give him a sign, no matter how big or small, that I'm here for the long haul.

Because...

One day.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too,” he tells me, rocking me slowly onto my back, his mouth covering mine.

Always.

“Mine,” he mumbles against my mouth.

“Yours,” I breathe back.

One day.

My hand curls around the back of his head and I tug him up, staring into his eyes as he hovers above me.

“I...” I stammer, pausing as the rational side of my brain starts to scream. But I strive forward, ignoring the doubts and the worries that always seem to surround me. “I want it all, Seth.”

He stares at me, his eyes shining, his mouth curling upwards. “Siobhan...”

“I want it all,” I repeat, my voice steady and firm.

His eyes lower to his hand in mine. “I wasn't pushing.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure?”

Am I?

But I already know the answer. And so does he.

Fin x

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Feelings (Charlie Lonnit x Fem!Reader)

"Seriously Kate? How to ask out your crush?" Y/N laughed as Kate rolled her eyes but chuckled as well.

"Hey, Jamie told me to get it for you as a joke." She responded in defense of herself.

"No I didn't. She showed me it at the store and I just said it would be funny to give it to you as a joke. Besides, we both know you like Charlie, so maybe it could help out." Jamie responded back as she nudged Y/N, teasing her a bit.

Y/N has known Jamie, Kate and Mark for a couple years, and was a bit of a mother figure to them, and was kind to Erin when she first met the younger woman, and they also liked to tease her, which she found kinda annoying but she got use to it.

Y/N sighed but chuckled a bit.

"Well, thanks anyway. At least it's something for me to do whenever we aren't working." She replied as she sat it down next to her on the bed next to her before looking through her dufflebag while Kate and Jamie left the room.

As Y/N looked around for her other book that she packed, she was surprised to see that it wasn't in her bag at all, causing her to bury her face in her hands.

She wanted to finish reading it during the weekend, but that wouldn't be happening.

What was she going to do until dinner?

Letting her hands fall from her face, she looked over to the book Kate and Jamie got for her.

"Why the hell not..." she mumbled as she picked up the book, laid down a bit and began to read it.

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"Y/N, are you in here?" Y/N heard Charlie's voice from outside her room door.

"Yeah." She replied as she placed the book down while getting up from the bed and walked to the door.

Opening the door, she saw Charlie standing there, wearing his green coat and baseball hat still.

"What's up?" She asked as she let Charlie in the room, closing the door behind him.

"You didn't take my cigarettes, did you?" He asked as he looked back to Y/N as she sat down on the bed.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, giving the man a confused look.

"No, you know I don't smoke, and you know I don't like it at all." She said crossing her arms, which Charlie raised his hands.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to..."

Y/N watched as Charlie grabbed the book that rested next to her, which made her freeze.

"Y/N, what's this?" He asked as he looked to Y/N who was now blushing quite a bit, she didn't know what to say as he looked at the title of the book then back at her.

"Well?" He asked again, but still, Y/N didn't reply.

Instead, she tried to quickly leave the room, but Charlie grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, causing her to blush even more.

"Y/N..."

Heart racing in her chest, she could only think of one thing to do.

She quickly gave him a peck on the lips, causing him to let go of her wrist in surprise as he tried to process what had just happened.

"I'm sorry, you probably don't feel the same wa..." but she was cut off by a pair of lips pressing against her own.

Charlie... was kissing her.

It only lasted for a couple seconds as Charlie, his cheeks were pink as well, but gave her a small smile.

"I like you as well." He whispered as he held her close to him before kissing her again.

Outside, Kate, Mark, Erin and Jamie saw what happened from the partially open door and smiled to one another.

"I knew they would get together." Jamie whispered as they all walked away from the room to leave the two alone.

#dark pictures anthology #the devil in me #the dark pictures the devil in me #the devil in me charlie lonnit x reader #charlie lonnit x reader #charlie lonnit #the devil in me charlie lonnit #kate wilder #the devil in me kate wilder #the devil in me jamie tiergan #jamie tiergan

[petit-papillion]

A day after the Austrian GP, and there are still some things that have left me disappointed in Carlos. Before I say my piece, I want to make it clear that I think he drove great all weekend. And his battle with Checo was chef's kiss. I voted twice for him as DOTD. I also understand drivers react emotionally directly after a race, so I'm trying to take that into consideration.

Here are the moments I'm thinking of (and I apologize in advance for comparisons with Charles):

1. Carlos deliberately tried to make himself look faster while behind Charles, taking unnecessary risk and exceeding track limits in the process. Then he tried to put the team under pressure to deviate from the strategy agreed upon before the race. That's not putting the team first, as he claims. That's putting yourself first. He may have been better on Saturday in mixed conditions, but Charles was better in Qualifying. Ultimately, this was where the race was won, as their pace was close, but Charles started ahead of Carlos.

2. After the race finished. Carlos was dead silent on team radio. Ricky told him his final position. Nothing. Ricky told him some technical stuff (switch to position.. blah blah). Nothing. Ricky tells him the top 10 drivers with time differences of the first few. Nothing. Not a peep from Carlos. And here's where I feel forced to compare with Charles. When he got screwed over with no pit stop in Silverstone year, he still congratulated the team on Carlos's win on the radio. When he got royally screwed over again in Monaco by poor strategy calls and a lousy pit stop, he was hugely disappointed, but still acknowledged Xavi on the radio, saying things like, "No words. We cannot do that, guys." To not say anything at all, seems unprofessional to me. I understand the whole, "If you have nothing nice to say, best say nothing at all." but Ricky is just doing his job here as well. Carlos could've said, "Thanks, I don't want to talk right now." or something to that effect.

3. He made it abundantly clear he felt the team lost him a podium place with (in his eyes) a poorly timed pit stop (per this interview). He effectively blames the team for ending up in P4, when ultimately it was due to his 5-second penalty. He lied about when he exceeded track limits, saying he was forced to push harder after the slow pit stop to make up the time (when it was at the beginning of the race when he was behind Charles), to shift blame from himself to the team. Not cool, Carlos.

4. Saying he didn't do the defending against Perez to help Charles, but for his own benefit, I'm fine with that. It's basically the same as what Charles did in Silverstone last year as well. But then in practically the same breath saying you played the team game, but got nothing in return? I haven't been able to find the interview where he said this again, but this one is not much better:

5. His comment under the grid penalty announcement was a little unnecessary. This was many hours after the race ended, when he should've had plenty of time to cool off and have some introspection. While I agree the FIA needs to do better about their track limit regulations and detection, as well as promptly notifying drivers when they are in violation, this seems petty of him. You can be pissed off in private, but in public, might be better to show a little more class in defeat.

#all that said I hope carlos has a great race again in silverstone and he doesn't start still angry over austria #if he decides to do his own thing and ignore the team's plans #this could end up as a repeat of last year #but this time with fred wagging his finger at carlos...

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

8 and 20 for Vatya 😌😌😌

you making me work my writing muscles, berry boo and ofc <3<3

8. “Actually, I do want you.”

20. “You look like shit.”

“Vi? I’m back.” Katya called out into the apartment, dropping her keys in a small dish by the door. Eugene was sitting on the counter, staring with his cold eyes like she wasn’t welcomed as if she hadn’t lived their for months by now.

“Living room!”

Katya walked out and smiled at her friend. The black haired girl was lounging on the couch, making her tank top and sweats look like couture. “Hey, I got that weird hair thing you asked for.”

“It’s not weird.” Violet rolled her eyes. “It’s supposed to help with split ends.”

“Please, like you need help with your hair.” Katya barked a laugh. “If anything I should be buying at the skincare health stuff you have.”

“Yeah,” Violet chuckled. “You look like shit.”

From anyone else, Katya would’ve glared or snarked back but it was different with Violet, always was. They could go back and forth like this with cutting comments and snide remarks but they knew there was no malice or bad intent.

“Says the lady still in her pajamas.” She grinned, going to sit on the other side of the couch, taking the remote and turning on some old rerun they’d seen before.

They sat together in silence before Violet turned to look at her. “Do you remember last weekend? When we were at Fames.”

“Yeah, we got so shitfaced Trix had to make sure we didn’t die.” She laughed at the memory and looked back at her. “Why do you ask?”

There was an unease in the taller girl as she looked down at her nails. “No I just wanted to see if you remembered anything else. Apparently I said I wanted to date you.”

Katya looked at her for a moment, blinking as she tried to process everything. "What? No way you said that." She laughed. "Nice joke, Vi."

"I'm serious, Kat."

"You, Violet Chacki, said you wanted to date me? Please." She rolled her eyes and stood up. A hand came onto her wrist, keeping her from leaving the situation that was making her heart race a million miles a minute. Violet was looking right at her, a seriousness that meant this was actually happening. She stood up and Katya so badly wanted to run back out of the apartment and never come home.

"Actually, I do want you." The brunette said quietly with a small smile. Katya was still quiet for a moment before her own small smile came onto her lips.

“Party.”

Violet laughed loudly as the blondes arms came around her, both of them falling back onto the couch in fits of laughter. Her head rest against her chest as her body came over Katyas.

“You’re impossible.”

“And I’m yours.” She smiled widely at her.

“Yeah.” She smiled back, her hand finding hers and lacing their fingers together. “You are.”

They stayed like for the rest of the day, laying together and happy knowing that they were each others.

#for sweetestberryofthebunch #berry my beloved <3 #violet chachki #katya zamolodchikova #vatya #prompts!